Leaning against the station wagon, Sylar was staring out at the road as the gas meter continued to tick higher and higher. Luke was inside the store making himself useful by getting them something to eat. Sylar had almost rolled his eyes into the back of his head when the kid had practically wet himself at being trusted with a task. He was such an eager to please little puppy sometimes, as much as he had that edge of "I will do what I want and push as many of your buttons as I possibly can". He was just testing the waters to see what he could get away with, to see what would work to endear him and what wouldn't, and Sylar couldn't blame him for behaving like that. But there was a point where it went from all right to absolutely irritating.
He could see it. He could hear it. But it seemed off. Right and yet wrong at the same time.
Sylar had questioned a few times since doing so as to exactly why he had gone back to get him. He knew that it was partly because he did owe the boy his life (twice over) and because he didn't want someone else to have a reason to turn into him, especially if he was the one that was giving it, but if he was fully honest with himself, it was because he did need someone around. He got lonely quickly and as irritating as Luke could be...it was nice to have someone to talk to who understood, at least in part, what he was doing and why.
No one who had taken the time to actually find out why things were happening to him instead of condemning him for them. No one had taken the time to understand why instead of just knowing that it was and leaving it at that.
His attention was diverted by feeling of another presence, someone else invading his space. Eyes turned outward, narrowing against the glare of the world around him he was able to spot...something in the distance. Or rather, someone. The figure was distinctly human and familiar. But his mind had to be playing tricks on him. It couldn't be who he thought it was.
Or could it? Who else would approach him like that, without any semblance of unease about his person?
"Peter?"
He could see it. He could hear it. But it seemed off. Right and yet wrong at the same time.
Sylar had questioned a few times since doing so as to exactly why he had gone back to get him. He knew that it was partly because he did owe the boy his life (twice over) and because he didn't want someone else to have a reason to turn into him, especially if he was the one that was giving it, but if he was fully honest with himself, it was because he did need someone around. He got lonely quickly and as irritating as Luke could be...it was nice to have someone to talk to who understood, at least in part, what he was doing and why.
No one who had taken the time to actually find out why things were happening to him instead of condemning him for them. No one had taken the time to understand why instead of just knowing that it was and leaving it at that.
His attention was diverted by feeling of another presence, someone else invading his space. Eyes turned outward, narrowing against the glare of the world around him he was able to spot...something in the distance. Or rather, someone. The figure was distinctly human and familiar. But his mind had to be playing tricks on him. It couldn't be who he thought it was.
Or could it? Who else would approach him like that, without any semblance of unease about his person?
"Peter?"
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