Mohinder nodded sharply in response to Sylar's question, trying to fight to find words around the aching lump in his throat. The first time, he'd meant to hurt him. This time he'd tried so very hard not to, and still the results seemed to be the same.
"I got it," he finally managed. He could use some blood, too, but somehow even that simple request, routine and relatively painless, seemed too much watching him like this.
Instead of handing him the tissues, he reached gently to wipe the blood away, worry in his eyes, still, dark and concerned as they watched him and tried to figure out what could cause it. Matt had mentioned it as well, but this...he wasn't sure this sort of a side effect was one that needed to be occurring. Perhaps it was a sign of too much strain. He didn't know, but it worried him more than he could find words for.
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Date: 2008-09-05 04:17 pm (UTC)"I got it," he finally managed. He could use some blood, too, but somehow even that simple request, routine and relatively painless, seemed too much watching him like this.
Instead of handing him the tissues, he reached gently to wipe the blood away, worry in his eyes, still, dark and concerned as they watched him and tried to figure out what could cause it. Matt had mentioned it as well, but this...he wasn't sure this sort of a side effect was one that needed to be occurring. Perhaps it was a sign of too much strain. He didn't know, but it worried him more than he could find words for.
"Are you all right?"