They only meet trouble in text. [Sylar, Ish]

[occupymymind]

"Sylar?"

He spoke the name to the room, trusting in the other man's hearing. "Come here? Please? I didn't mean to upset you."

OOC: Disturbing, sexualised violence ahead.

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[occupymymind]

Mohinder was sitting at his desk, laptop closed over to the side and fingers tracing the intricacies of his DNA statue. "Mm-hm. Well, how about coming and being fine with me?"

[occupymymind]

"I'm not trying to make it up to you." He patted the desk, pushing his chair back and leaning into it, the image of relaxed and confident. "No one did anything wrong. Not you. Not me. Would you please come and join me?"