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Who: Claire, Sylar
When: Night of the 22nd
Where: their house
Rating: We'll go with PG-13
Warnings: Nothing yet, but this is Sylar we're talking about here.
Summary: It's Sylar's birthday. Claire's gotten him things. He better show up at home to get them.

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[ttlymostspecial]

Sylar was not so much of a workaholic that he would volunteer to work on his birthday. He had spent a good chunk of the day on the upper level, just meditating and thinking about things. His encounter with Beyond the night before, why he was here, what he was doing with his life. And it was nice to philosophize with the sky in the background. Of course, he'd left to help with the Elle situation (and what fun that was), but he hadn't let that bother him. Nothing was going to bother him today. At least, that's what he kept telling himself.

He went home in a fairly optimistic mood, knowing what was waiting for him. The situation with Claire wasn't perfect-- things almost never were-- but she'd seemed in a good enough mood despite last night, so hopefully they could put the whole thing behind them. Or at least pretend to.

He opened the door, and tried to be a little louder than usual, to alert her that he was there without having to yell. "Claire?"

[ex_regenera246]

She jumped as the noise surprised her, the bottle of nailpolish tipping over and spilling on the blanket. Eyes widening, she found the nearest pillow and set it down over the stain, putting on her best wide eyed and innocent face. No, no stains here. Everything was perfectly clean, nevermind that pillow sitting in an obscure location. "In our room." She called back with a light laugh, making sure to close the bottle of polish. It was with a fast movement that she attempted to set it on the bedside table and it rolled under the bed instead, and she cursed a bit too loudly as she had to crouch down and wedge herself underneath in order to find it

[ttlymostspecial]

Sylar heard the... commotion before walking into their room, and greeted the sight of Claire's behind with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

"Having a little trouble...?" He asked half-jokingly, before walking over and taking a seat on a corner of the bed (not directly over Claire, of course). The awkwardly placed pillow bothered him-- it was not in its place-- and he almost reflexively picked it up to move it. And then he saw it. The stain. Well, that was definitely not supposed to be there. It was lucky Claire was under the bed and could not see his pained expression.

"Claire, honey, what's this about?" His tone still sounded perfectly calm and conversational. It was completely misleading in that way.

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She didn't say anything for quite some time, and instead just left the bottle of polish down below the bed. Scooting out, she popped her head up, chin resting on his knee. Staring up at him, she attempted to smile, but instead only looked painfully guilty.

"Accident." Was all she said, and made a soft cough to let him know the subject was done and over with. It had been nothing more than an accident, and technically it had been all his fault for surprising her in the first place. But it was his birthday, so she wasn't going to argue about it

[ttlymostspecial]

"You don't need to. What we need to do is find some hydrogen peroxide. It would take that out. And... get the blood out of our clothes, as well." He tried to sound calm-- and really, it wasn't a big deal, considering the things that had happened to their room at other points in time-- but his eyes kept wandering to the stain. So he put the pillow back in its brand new rightful place and stroked Claire's hair while her head was resting on his knee.

"I see it." He looked over at the cake, to demonstrate his seeing of it. "Do you want to eat now?"