There's a sound at the door, as of a key being inserted into a (slightly broken - you're surprised?) lock.
"I'm back," says Darla sunnily, bustling her way into the house burdened by a multitude of groceries.
She intended to talk to Gabe about Chandra. Really she did. It just slipped her mind repeatedly. Things do that, on occasion.
It's the work of about thirty seconds to wrestle her collection of bags down the hall to the kitchen and start putting things away, a task which she accomplishes quickly and efficiently.
Just as a break from trudging through clock after clock (they're still fixed superbly, and the speed can't be faulted, but.), he's going to tread some new ground and offer a hand in the kitchen. Who are you and what have you done with the real Sabe?!
She flashes him a slightly surprised but very genuine grin as she busily puts things away. Flour (Darla does love her muffins), milk, bread, eggs, bagels... a veritable cornucopia of Really Ordinary Food. Not for Darla Wood the mysteries of haute cuisine. If it takes less than half an hour to prepare and tastes decent, she's on it.
Sylar's not in any position to judge: to his eternal shame, he practically lives off anything that can be picked up and either microwaved or eaten as is. Fortunately for his health, he's a fruit-loving kind of guy.
The grin is replied to with a smaller, rather less radient, rather less grinny version. Darla may have noticed him being more subdued than usual today. If she's mentioned it, though, she won't have gotten any answer beyond just having had a long and tiring week.
Milk in the fridge, flour on the shelves, it's not hard to work out.
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"I'm back," says Darla sunnily, bustling her way into the house burdened by a multitude of groceries.
She intended to talk to Gabe about Chandra. Really she did. It just slipped her mind repeatedly. Things do that, on occasion.
It's the work of about thirty seconds to wrestle her collection of bags down the hall to the kitchen and start putting things away, a task which she accomplishes quickly and efficiently.
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Just as a break from trudging through clock after clock (they're still fixed superbly, and the speed can't be faulted, but.), he's going to tread some new ground and offer a hand in the kitchen. Who are you and what have you done with the real Sabe?!
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The grin is replied to with a smaller, rather less radient, rather less grinny version. Darla may have noticed him being more subdued than usual today. If she's mentioned it, though, she won't have gotten any answer beyond just having had a long and tiring week.
Milk in the fridge, flour on the shelves, it's not hard to work out.
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