"I need some blood," Mohinder admitted. "Just ... a regular blood draw." Like the last time, when he'd been glaring, but at least they'd proven that wasn't painful. He'd barely bothered to look, nor had Sylar even reacted.
Strange how that was etched in his head.
His fingers slowly traced through his hair, lightly massaging over his scalp with gentle fingers, as if that could soothe the pain the drugs, that he, he had inflicted.
Concern or not, he was torn between the scientist and the lover, having this at his fingertips, but caring too much to be as ruthless as he might otherwise have found himself being. It still stuck there in the back of his head. Parasite. But he did care...he just cared about two things tearing him in different directions.
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Date: 2008-09-05 06:23 pm (UTC)Strange how that was etched in his head.
His fingers slowly traced through his hair, lightly massaging over his scalp with gentle fingers, as if that could soothe the pain the drugs, that he, he had inflicted.
Concern or not, he was torn between the scientist and the lover, having this at his fingertips, but caring too much to be as ruthless as he might otherwise have found himself being. It still stuck there in the back of his head. Parasite. But he did care...he just cared about two things tearing him in different directions.