Sylar hums and wraps his arms around the Indian slowly, his chin coming to rest against his shoulder. He takes a deep breath, his eyes slipping closed momentarily as he breathes in his scent, and then he pulls back, a crooked smile on his lips. "Sorry. I got a little sidetracked."
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Date: 2011-07-17 12:36 am (UTC)