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It's not her birthday anymore, but it's the first few minutes any of them have gotten to themselves since the text messages went out last night and he seizes the opportunity.

Getting up from his place in the waiting room of the hospital, he moves over to where Molly has curled up around Matt. They look up at him, Matt frowning and Molly curious, and he manages a smile for the both of them as he asks to borrow her for a minute. Her curiosity growing, she untangles herself from Matt's arms, reaching for his hand as she gets to her feet, and he moves them down the hallway, calling out to Parkman -- and Mohinder, since his awareness is more important -- that they'll be right back.

They get about three feet away from the rest of the assembled group before she asks him where they're going, but he says nothing in favor of a small, sly smile. She doesn't ask again, though she does raise her eyebrows, demanding an answer -- a habit she's picked that up from him -- but he ignores her. And sooner rather than later, they're outside and across the parking lot, and he's looking through the compartment under what passes for the passenger seat.

Pushing aside a handful of papers, some important and others not, he comes up with a small, cheap radio and thumbs it on. He cycles through a handful of stations and static, settling on someone playing something he doesn't recognize but slow enough to sway to, and sets the radio on the ground. With a deep breath, he motions her over to him awkwardly, and she takes the hint effortlessly, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her head comes to rest against his chest, and slowly they take to dancing -- if the two of them shuffling across the asphalt counts as dancing, anyway.

He may not have anything physical to give her, too wrapped up in the last few days to figure out what she wanted, much less go shopping, but he can give her this. He promised, after all.

Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 352
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