He was in the loft nearly a second after Mohinder had gone to the window, still silent as the grave. Without aid from any stolen ability, he loomed in the shadows, far from the light coming from the windows. And while the geneticist was clearly the most captivating - and most agitating - thing in the room, he couldn't help but let his eyes drop to the mural on the floor. So many good memories, here.
His moment of nostalgia was quick to pass, however, and very slowly he raised his eyes to Suresh, staring holes into his back from under his eyebrows. On one hand, he truly hoped the Indian knew he was there, and just what he was dealing with. On the other, he hoped Mohinder never noticed, as it would make sneaking up on him that much easier.
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Date: 2008-09-04 02:34 am (UTC)His moment of nostalgia was quick to pass, however, and very slowly he raised his eyes to Suresh, staring holes into his back from under his eyebrows. On one hand, he truly hoped the Indian knew he was there, and just what he was dealing with. On the other, he hoped Mohinder never noticed, as it would make sneaking up on him that much easier.