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[leto_reficio]

Sylar doesn't tend to drink, and just plain doesn't entertain. Thus, he has little need for wine glasses. Then again, the glass tumbler rippling under his eager hands isn't exactly recognisable as such, and hasn't been for a while, so that's no great hardship

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[avengingshanti]

Chandra kind of sort of really doesn't want to do this. But Gabriel's not the only one with a sense of duty, even if the geneticist's current aims revolve around giving himself every opportunity to be wrong.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

[dear_carbon]

And Darla...

Darla has shut up for once in her life.

That should tell you all you need to know.

[leto_reficio]

...oh, no. What do they want now?

At least now he sees fit to hide the cupboard every time he leaves it. There hasn't been time to get a lockable door installed, but his lines of defence now include sizable book-case in front of door-frame in front of corridor in front of curtain in front of room full of incriminating scribbles. And if that doesn't work, then he's just going to have to invest in a volcano lair.

The late tumbler is safely stowed away in a deep, dark cupboard. Not that he'll be inviting whoever-it-is in, but it takes little time and less effort, and it would be stupid to neglect such a simple precaution.

Then he opens the door, the Gabriel mask firmly in place.

Gosh. It's the cavalry.

"Hello?"

From their faces, they didn't pop around to discuss the football.

[avengingshanti]

"Gabriel."

Chandra's face is v. v. srs.

"Hello."

Let him work up to this, okay?

"I'm sorry... may we come in?"