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Post by Luke Campbell on May 10, 2009 17:16:06 GMT -5
"But you don't want to." Luke said, a little of his confidence creeping back.
"It's okay. I understand."
Or at least, he wanted to. He wanted them to understand each other, be friends. Luke was used to being a misfit, and he had a feeling that Gabriel knew exactly what that was like. They were, if not the same, at least pretty similar.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 10, 2009 17:30:19 GMT -5
Luke was right, and that irked Sylar. He wrinkled his nose and then gave in, turning to seat himself at one of the chairs at the table. Letting out a sigh, he stared at the bland wall. It felt different having someone there with him. He didn't feel as alone, obviously, but it was something more than that.
"I don't think you really do, Luke." he said.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 10, 2009 17:38:54 GMT -5
"What don't I understand?"
He moved to the table, placing himself in front of the other man but not sitting down. He wanted to know, but stranger still, he wanted to help. As long as that didn't result in his death, obviously.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 10, 2009 17:51:00 GMT -5
"Anything about me." Sylar replied, frowning. Who was this kid, anyway? Showing up and being so much like his own younger self? But the darker one looked up finally and met the kids eyes, his expression grim but guarded.
"This isn't group therapy, Luke. I'm not going to spill my emotions and enlighten you as to how I ...became who I am."
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 10, 2009 17:59:48 GMT -5
He held his hands up in surrender.
"Okay okay, just trying to help..." he mumbled, shaking his head.
He knew Gabriel wouldn't want some stupid kid hanging around him, but that didn't mean that it wasn't frustrating when his best efforts were failing so miserably. He pulled out a chair opposite the man and sat down, folding his arms on the surface of the table and then resting his head on them, observing Gabriel thoughtfully.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 10, 2009 18:10:35 GMT -5
If Sylar didn't know better he would have thought maybe he was in hell, and Luke was his own personal demon sent to torment him. The kid sitting down across from him and staring at him made Sylar scowl. "If you're not going to leave, you could always make us something to eat." he sarcastically, not really expecting Luke to do it.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 10, 2009 18:23:36 GMT -5
So he wasn't going to be kicked out, yet, anyway.
'Yeah, right.' he almost retorted, but caught himself just in time.
"I can do food." he offered seriously.
He'd cooked his own meals dozens of times, with or without the use of his power. Well, mainly ready meals and food from tins, but that still counted.
He got that Gabriel was being sarcastic, but he wanted to show he was useful.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 10, 2009 18:42:24 GMT -5
Luke's reply brought the smirk back to Sylar's face, and he gestured vaguely towards the cabinets of the kitchenette. There was food in there, canned and nonperishable, like all of the food they were given. He had no idea why Luke was being cooperative, but for now he would let it be.
"Like a microwave, then?" he asked, meaning the boys power.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 10, 2009 18:49:47 GMT -5
"Pretty much. Do you want me to cook it like that?" he asked with an idle shrug, jumping back to his feet and searching the cupboards for something he liked.
He selected several options and laid them out in a row to consider. He'd never really cooked for anybody else before. He wondered how much he'd have to make to feed the two of them.
"What d'you think?" he asked after a moment, twisting his head.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 10, 2009 18:59:19 GMT -5
"Just anything." Sylar said, interested despite himself to watching what the boy was doing. Slowly he stood, moving over to behind where the other was standing. He looked to the selected cans, reaching out and turning a couple around to inspect. "Those are fine." he nodded, then crossed his arms over his chest to watch. Without thinking he crowded behind the boy, almost close enough to brush against him.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 11, 2009 2:18:27 GMT -5
Luke nodded, picking up the cans and staying still a moment. For an anti social kind of guy, Gabriel wasn't shy about getting in his personal space.
He retrieved plates from a cupboard, setting them out on the counter and grabbing a can opener from a drawer. After opening the cans and pouring them onto the dishes, he took a step back and almost bumped into the man standing behind him.
He lifted his hand, directing it at one plate first and focused on heating the food through without spoiling it.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 11, 2009 5:54:33 GMT -5
Perhaps it just came from years of working so closely with his timepieces that made the older one get so close. Luke was like a fascinating new watch, and he felt the urge to inspect him. He stayed still even when the other nearly stepped right back into him, his focus on the younger one's hand. When watching for it, there was a mild disturbance in the air around his palm, like heat waves.
"At least you'll never have to worry about a cold cup of coffee, huh?" he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 11, 2009 6:07:33 GMT -5
He laughed, feeling the familiar rush of excitement that came from using his power. He loved how it made him feel. Why didn't Gabriel play with his powers all of the time if he had so many? What was the point in getting them if he never used them?
"That should be warm enough now." he said, gesturing at the first plate and focusing his attention on the second.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 11, 2009 6:25:49 GMT -5
Sylar simply wasn't in the habit of playing. Even as a kid he hadn't played like typical children. That could probably be blamed on his mother, though. Sometimes it felt like she had driven him to be the way he was, always coddling him and telling him he was special.
He took the plate from the counter, pleasantly surprised by the heat of it. Pulling open a drawer, he took out utensils and made his way back to the table, sitting down with the food in front of him. For some reason it didn't feel wrong that the boy was still there, in his house and interacting with him.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 11, 2009 6:31:19 GMT -5
After heating his own food, Luke fetched a knife and fork and sat down at the table. He started eating hungrily, judging that it was hot enough. He realised that this was actually the first time he'd eaten with anybody else since arriving here, certainly the first time on the island that he'd been invited into anybody's home. Whatever the man's motives for inviting him here, that meant something.
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