He turned his head when she brushed a kiss over his cheek, trying to catch her lips and not particularly if Peter saw him kiss her. It wasn't a secret that they were together, and a part of him could at least understand her hurt even if he did not feel it himself. For him, there had been no sense of time, no obvious loss of months upon months, even if he was aware of it and unsettled by it now; for her, passage of time must have been a nightmare, not knowing when he'd wake up, if ever. Unfortunately, however, he wasn't quite quick enough, and all he managed was to brush a kiss across her cheek in turn before she retreated.
He watched her go, mutely, then turned to study Peter in the silence. Peter just looked back levelly, for once declining to comment, and he sighed, getting to his feet with much less effort this time, and meandered downstairs after Claire. Peter did not follow, presumably to clean up the mess of medical supplies he'd made in the last few months, and so Sylar contented himself to leaning in the doorway of the kitchen, his arms folded over his chest as he watched Claire.
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Date: 2011-01-01 07:28 pm (UTC)He watched her go, mutely, then turned to study Peter in the silence. Peter just looked back levelly, for once declining to comment, and he sighed, getting to his feet with much less effort this time, and meandered downstairs after Claire. Peter did not follow, presumably to clean up the mess of medical supplies he'd made in the last few months, and so Sylar contented himself to leaning in the doorway of the kitchen, his arms folded over his chest as he watched Claire.