“Honestly, heard that one before,” Sylar says,” his hands inside of the pockets of his parka specially to keep himself from reaching out. He doesn’t need his hands to direct his telekinesis but it feels better doing it. The swipe of a hand through the hair, followed by the unseen force sweeping something or someone in the same manner, gives him a lot of pleasure.
He keeps his head very still for the same reason.
“I’m not…. I don’t want to take it from you,” he lies, anger at himself seeping into the way he looks at John. “I just want to know.”
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Date: 2022-08-03 05:58 pm (UTC)He keeps his head very still for the same reason.
“I’m not…. I don’t want to take it from you,” he lies, anger at himself seeping into the way he looks at John. “I just want to know.”