askedtobe: ([explaining] we can take this)
Peter Petrelli ([personal profile] askedtobe) wrote in [community profile] sirenspull 2012-03-21 07:05 am (UTC)

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I'm not going anywhere, okay?

[ He reply almost came instantaneously; Peter didn't exactly think Sylar could handle even a moments worth of hesitation, and it was the only thing he could provide at least until they got out of the shower. Which Peter wasn't sure would be anytime soon, though he was already planning for what he'd do after that, the nurse in him already trying to think of what Sylar might need.

Nosing against his ear, Peter squeezed the other man tighter, trying to pull him closer yet, trying to prove to him that this was here to stay. That he was here, that nothing would happen. He only had a slight idea of what it was like to die on repeat, to have life seemingly endlessly pulled out of you with the threat that it would simply keep happening forever, until there was nothing left of you. But Peter hadn't experienced it for hours, and just a few times was more than enough to do Peter in.

And besides, his own fears were still screaming loud in his ears -- that he could have lost Sylar, that this could have been it. Peter didn't exactly want to let go any time soon, either.
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Not today, or tomorrow, or the next day. For as long as you need me to stay, i'll be here. The hospital's got enough people working, this is more important.

[ He knew trying to get Sylar to look at him just let would be futile, so he pressed his lips to Sylar's ear, soothing his hand over his back. ]

I'm not leaving you.

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