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[heroslayer]

He'd let her sleep until somewhere nearing nine o'clock the next morning, occupying his own time spent awake thumbing through a book, sure that it was the safest of all of his options. She'd gotten up, surprisingly without complaint, taken a few minutes to get her bearings, then slipped out the door to bring back the breakfast she'd promised him the night before. He wasn't sure why she hadn't asked what he'd wanted, whether she figured they liked the same things or if she'd simply forgotten, but it had amused him just the same.

Returning to the couch, a hint of a smile on his face, he'd pulled his book back into his lap and waited for her to return. And some twenty minutes later she had, carrying two take-out plates full of surprisingly decent pancakes and a half gallon of ice cream -- for the pancakes, of course. They'd moved into the kitchen and she'd pestered him into telling the rest of his life story as they ate.

Now out of words, or at least things he could talk about without having to edit immensely, the sat in silence as they finished up their breakfast. After a moment, though, he couldn't help but suggest, "Your turn."

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[headofapin.livejournal.com]

"No carrying me up there, then?"

She was teasing though, and nodded, grabbing her phone and putting it back into the purse that had been left near the door the night before. She slipped her jacket on too, and then stepped out into the hall to wait for him.

"No complaining if I don't smell powder fresh. I don't really have time to shower."

Women.

[heroslayer]

Shaking his head, he moved to grab his coat from where he'd left it the night before and joined her out in the hallway. He glanced over his shoulder, locking the door with just as much ease as he had unlocked it, and with a small, pleased smile, he moved towards the stairs at the far end of the hallway.

"How good are you at picking locks with your telekinesis?" he asked as they climbed the stairs.

[howmanyangels.livejournal.com]

"Picking locks? Well...I can do it, I guess? I mean, I do it at home when I've lost my keys in my purse and all," she replied, following after him up up up. "I've never really had a reason to pick them for the purpose of breaking and entering, though."

"Have you?"

[heroslayer]

"Not everyone's going to let you walk right in the front door with a phone call," Sylar replied cryptically, pushing the door to the roof open so he could head out onto it.

[howmanyangels.livejournal.com]

"Well, when the time comes, I'm sure I'll manage." The smile on her face was smug as she joined him outside, and then crossed her arms over her chest. "Though I have to admit, I think there's a bigger chance that they'll open up for me, than a big, burly man like you."

And she bit her tongue at that to keep herself from laughing. "...don't drop me."

[heroslayer]

He wasn't so sure about that, but then again he'd never really bothered trying to sweet talk someone into letting him come inside as a woman. He supposed now that he had a fair amount of her DNA in his system from the few times they had touched, he could try it and see if she had a point, but later. Not this time, not when they had a free pass into their mark's home.

That decided upon, he popped his eyebrows in sort of a facial shrug and waved her over, putting an arm around her. "I won't." A beat, and then, "Ready?"