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heroslayerIt's silly, really.
He knows that Mohinder knows that he loves him, having told him enough times and leaving it very clear in his mind at all times, so that the geneticist can pick up on it through their link. And even if it weren't for that, he's brought the Indian flowers twice now, once on his birthday and once right before Adam's, on a whim. Flowers, a traditional show of love and appreciation, of romance when he doesn't peg himself a romantic. He watches the brat daily. He's offered to pay Suresh's rent, with Bishop's ability. Taken him to dinner and, most recently, out to Rockefeller Center to learn to ice skate so that he could bring Molly and not look like a fool. Hell, he's let him live, when it would be so easy just to kill him to stop the damn ticking.
All this for Mohinder--anything for him--and yet, he has moments where he feels inadequate, like he's not doing enough. Like his geneticist doesn't understand how deep the obsession or the affection runs. And for a man who prides himself on being able to understand things and, when he feels like it, making others understand, it gnaws at him, teeth cutting and sharp like the hunger in his heart.
He knows it's ridiculous, that Mohinder knows, but it doesn't stop him from having moments of weakness. Nor does it stop him from trying to push the envelope--be a better lover, somehow--when he has those moments. And that in itself probably explains why, when he and Adam go shopping for lights for the Christmas tree that afternoon, he makes them take a detour to FAO Schwartz.
He'll only be a minute, he tells his fellow immortal, and then he leaves him in the lobby among the overflow of toys and their admirers, his mind on one thing. An art set.
He picks out the most expensive one he can find, pays for it with money he more often than not forgets he has, and lets the woman at the counter gift wrap it for him. The wrapping paper is too bright and festive, nothing like he would have picked out if left to his own devices, but he gets the feeling Suresh will know where it came from, regardless, and that the brat won't, and that's all that matters.
Smiling to himself, convinced that he's clever, he signs tag that the woman hands him to go on the package From Santa, and sticks it on before tucking it under his arm. Later, when Suresh has his Christmas Tree--or whatever they're doing, since he's fairly sure that Parkman's Jewish--up, he'll break into the apartment when no one's home and put his present under it. But for now, as he rejoins Adam, who's fiddling with a train set, he can be content in the fact that he's done yet another thing to show Mohinder he loves him.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 488
He knows that Mohinder knows that he loves him, having told him enough times and leaving it very clear in his mind at all times, so that the geneticist can pick up on it through their link. And even if it weren't for that, he's brought the Indian flowers twice now, once on his birthday and once right before Adam's, on a whim. Flowers, a traditional show of love and appreciation, of romance when he doesn't peg himself a romantic. He watches the brat daily. He's offered to pay Suresh's rent, with Bishop's ability. Taken him to dinner and, most recently, out to Rockefeller Center to learn to ice skate so that he could bring Molly and not look like a fool. Hell, he's let him live, when it would be so easy just to kill him to stop the damn ticking.
All this for Mohinder--anything for him--and yet, he has moments where he feels inadequate, like he's not doing enough. Like his geneticist doesn't understand how deep the obsession or the affection runs. And for a man who prides himself on being able to understand things and, when he feels like it, making others understand, it gnaws at him, teeth cutting and sharp like the hunger in his heart.
He knows it's ridiculous, that Mohinder knows, but it doesn't stop him from having moments of weakness. Nor does it stop him from trying to push the envelope--be a better lover, somehow--when he has those moments. And that in itself probably explains why, when he and Adam go shopping for lights for the Christmas tree that afternoon, he makes them take a detour to FAO Schwartz.
He'll only be a minute, he tells his fellow immortal, and then he leaves him in the lobby among the overflow of toys and their admirers, his mind on one thing. An art set.
He picks out the most expensive one he can find, pays for it with money he more often than not forgets he has, and lets the woman at the counter gift wrap it for him. The wrapping paper is too bright and festive, nothing like he would have picked out if left to his own devices, but he gets the feeling Suresh will know where it came from, regardless, and that the brat won't, and that's all that matters.
Smiling to himself, convinced that he's clever, he signs tag that the woman hands him to go on the package From Santa, and sticks it on before tucking it under his arm. Later, when Suresh has his Christmas Tree--or whatever they're doing, since he's fairly sure that Parkman's Jewish--up, he'll break into the apartment when no one's home and put his present under it. But for now, as he rejoins Adam, who's fiddling with a train set, he can be content in the fact that he's done yet another thing to show Mohinder he loves him.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 488
