Sylar had retreated when she'd knocked on the door, not wanting to make whatever story she'd have to come up with on the fly that much harder with the addition of another warm body. One delivery person or police officer or whatever she came up with was hard enough to explain, but two made no logical sense, most of the time, and when he heard what she went with, he was glad he'd had the foresight to back off. Once she had her foot in the door, though, he wasn't about to let her have all the fun.
Quickly and quietly, he followed after them, slipping into the dingy apartment, then breaking off from them to head for the kitchen. He lingered there, just inside the doorway and out of line of sight, and listened, waiting for a cue from Claire to come out and play. He didn't want to strip her of her chance to have a little fun of her own if she wanted to, but he knew she'd need him eventually, since she hadn't quite figured out how to kill with telekinesis yet, and that was fine by him. After four months, he was more than happy to take first dibs.
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Date: 2011-01-23 10:40 pm (UTC)Quickly and quietly, he followed after them, slipping into the dingy apartment, then breaking off from them to head for the kitchen. He lingered there, just inside the doorway and out of line of sight, and listened, waiting for a cue from Claire to come out and play. He didn't want to strip her of her chance to have a little fun of her own if she wanted to, but he knew she'd need him eventually, since she hadn't quite figured out how to kill with telekinesis yet, and that was fine by him. After four months, he was more than happy to take first dibs.