rp for witnessof_fate: to sleep is an act of faith

Over the course of the last few weeks, Sylar had learned that he really had little use for sleep. His mind, as always, corrected itself to fight off mental exhaustion and now, with his newfound immortality, his body knew how to outwit physical tiredness. He supposed the latter had something to do with the fatigue toxins that plagued normal people and that, since they were technically a poison, he healed around it. Though while this fact was nothing short of useful, he found it made it harder to actually get to sleep and stay there, when he wanted to, to kill time.

Tonight, however, he found he wasn't having such a problem. For any number of reasons, most of them centered around Mohinder.

The fact that he'd exhausted himself, pushing the limits of his telekinesis in order to help the geneticist test the extremes of his new powers, his brain not quite having caught up with the strain, yet. That he'd had to restrain himself for the better part of two days, so that he didn't kill him - particularly when he saw what the Indian was capable of. The want and wanting that had followed in other ways, a suitable substitute for his rage, and being left sated on Suresh's workbench. Their mental connection. And so on and so forth.

So, tangled in the other man's limbs with New York's holocaust spread out under them, he allowed himself to slip into sleep, slowly. His thoughts died one by one, like the lights in a room going out, but even so, the telepathic link he'd forged between himself and Mohinder stayed open. Clearly, despite his issues when he'd first integrated the power, he was functioning at the top of his game now, if he could manage it even while unconscious.

And thanks to this fact, Mohinder could probably feel the exact second the killer moved from simply dozing to dreaming.