"New," he parroted, frowning as he rocked back on his heels to give the geneticist some space. In all honesty, he wanted to spit out something biting--perhaps a thank you for reporting on the obvious--but he bit his tongue, silent for a moment until the urge passed. Practiced neutrality returned to his face where there had been fear, hastily coated with anger, a moment before, and then, "It worked, at least. You sound like them."
Ticking. Wrong. He did his best to ignore it, taking in a deep breath before focusing his thoughts on the sound of Mohinder's heartbeat in an attempt to down out the cacophony in his head. "Wonder what you can do."
And if it would last this time, which he felt it damn well better, since the idiot had clearly almost killed himself.
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Date: 2009-04-22 06:12 pm (UTC)Ticking. Wrong. He did his best to ignore it, taking in a deep breath before focusing his thoughts on the sound of Mohinder's heartbeat in an attempt to down out the cacophony in his head. "Wonder what you can do."
And if it would last this time, which he felt it damn well better, since the idiot had clearly almost killed himself.