Mohinder frowned just a bit, then squeezed his hand before standing again. His own peevishness was disappearing, at least, both at the faint excitement curling at the idea of a breakthrough--a nearly sexual anticipation that he didn't think he'd ever really be able to explain to someone, so kept to himself, and with the surety that Sylar at least did trust him, on some level to do this.
He still wanted to warn him before the pinch of the anesthesia needle, but, really, it was a pinch and nothing like the pain of the other, so he went ahead and did it, quickly, using a much larger dose than he would on anyone else, hoping that would help it hold on.
"How does that feel?" he asked, brushing his fingers along Sylar's spine in tender touch after a few moments, to test the numbness.
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Date: 2008-09-04 10:27 pm (UTC)He still wanted to warn him before the pinch of the anesthesia needle, but, really, it was a pinch and nothing like the pain of the other, so he went ahead and did it, quickly, using a much larger dose than he would on anyone else, hoping that would help it hold on.
"How does that feel?" he asked, brushing his fingers along Sylar's spine in tender touch after a few moments, to test the numbness.