Sylar nodded, reaching on reflex to cover the hand he'd injured--his dominant hand, his left one--with the other. "I lost two of my fingers the other night," he told him. "They grew back, but since then, it feels like I haven't stopped eating."
He'd done big lunches and dinners, since then. Ate breakfast, when he knew for a fact he usually skipped it, since eating first thing in the morning always made him feel sick to his stomach for a reason he'd never been able to pin down. And he was pretty sure he owned stock at the ice cream place on Times Square, for how many times he'd stopped for a snack, since it had happened.
"I thought that was just me." A pause, in which he cocked his head to one side curiously, and then, "Side effect of Adam's ability?"
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Date: 2008-11-26 11:56 am (UTC)He'd done big lunches and dinners, since then. Ate breakfast, when he knew for a fact he usually skipped it, since eating first thing in the morning always made him feel sick to his stomach for a reason he'd never been able to pin down. And he was pretty sure he owned stock at the ice cream place on Times Square, for how many times he'd stopped for a snack, since it had happened.
"I thought that was just me." A pause, in which he cocked his head to one side curiously, and then, "Side effect of Adam's ability?"