The words had not long been out of Sylar’s mouth before Adam had closed the gap between them, lips warm and hopeful against the other’s cold, almost stinging touch. To say he had been waiting for this moment for a while may have been an understatement. It had been many years they had developed their relationship, acquaintance to alliance to friends, and at that point it remained for times longer than lifespans. But Adam waited, he could be patient.

He had loved others in the past, looked back on them, trying to hold on to the fond memories rather than the sour ones. But they weren’t forever, they held no promise of being around the next day, or the day after that. Peter was as forever as they were, but he never could understand. Peter could never relate, even in painful times, there was an air of naivete surrounding him that he could not shake off. Sylar already knew what it was like, to lose and find and lose again, to be lost so utterly without someone’s guidance. Adam no longer needed to follow. Now he leads.

How much time had passed, the blond had lost track, preoccupied in giving Sylar the heat he possessed. It was awkward footing, leaning over to kiss Sylar, one that he realized he would lose, if they did not move soon. Not entirely too concerned with that, but rather more with Sylar’s reaction, Adam finally pulled away, just barely, breath puffing out faintly across the other’s face.