rp for youngerpetrelli: i have measured out my life with coffee s

[heroslayer]

(Continuing from this, since youngerpetrelli and I kinda broke my comments. Eheh. Oops?)


Sylar nodded. "I did, yes. But not because Nakamura stabbed me."

He tried to keep himself from sneering, really he did, but in the end, he couldn't stop his lips from twisting, albeit marginally. There was simply too much hate, when it came to the little, sword-wielding sonovabitch. And, even beyond that, there were too many bad memories centered around Kirby Plaza--even beyond his defeat and near-death.

"The Company found me," he explained after a pause. "They took me to Mexico. Stitched me up, where I'd been stabbed. And then gave me some kind of virus that took my abilities away."

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[heroslayer]

"It's fine," he promised, shrugging a little. So long as Peter didn't go poking around in the deeper parts of his mind and stuck only to surface thoughts, he couldn't care less. "But it is strange."

Not that he minded, and in case his brother hadn't picked up on that, he pointed it out for him. "It's ... a welcome change, though."

[youngerpetrelli]

He smiled, although a little puzzled. "Is it?"

[heroslayer]

Sylar raised his eyebrows, cocking his head to one side, amused. "You'd rather we were trying to kill each other?"

[youngerpetrelli]

He laughed softly, "No, but to be honest, somehow I thought you would be. I'm glad you aren't."

[heroslayer]

The killer shrugged.

By all rights, he should have been bothered by this conversation. It was still somewhat of a shock that this was his brother after all and, barring that, there was still so much bad blood between them. He'd killed Peter--twice, if what the empath said was right--and Peter hadn't done anything when Nakamura had decided to run him through. Not that he could have or would have, all things considered, but there would forever be the lingering thought of why didn't you save me? That is what heroes do, isn't it? And never mind the fact that the other man was still ticking away deliciously.

Somehow, however, he'd managed to shoulder all of that. To put it out of mind--to continue to put it out of mind--and it had made for a rather pleasant meeting. "I thought I would be, too," he said, finally. "It's ... strange. When I first walked in here, I didn't expect this to be pleasant."

[youngerpetrelli]

He nodded, understanding. After all, when he walked in there, he was very, very glad they were in a public place. "Yeah. I was kind of... nervous."

He smiled a little and said, "I had this worry that we'd end up trying to kill each other and causing a mass panic..."

[heroslayer]

"Maybe next time," he answered, though judging from the smile on his lips, it was easy to tell that he was kidding. Mostly.

[youngerpetrelli]

He couldn't hold back a quiet snort of laughter in response to that. "Well, we'd have the coffee all to ourselves..."

He knew they weren't friends -- and he wasn't sure he wanted them to be -- but they could definitely be allies against the bigger threats out there. And he wasn't too proud to admit that he needed his brother's help.

[heroslayer]

Sylar offered a small, amused noise--not exactly a laugh, but not entirely that far removed from it, either. "We could take coffee breaks, in between trying to kill each other."

[youngerpetrelli]

He grinned and nodded, "Coffee truces -- kind of like a Christmas truce, but probably not as inspiring..."

[heroslayer]

"Not particularly," he agreed, flashing his brother a small smile. "But it's something we can agree on, at least."

Funny how he had, apparently, found another point of commonality between the two of them in making jokes about killing him.