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[askedtobe]

[ Peter rarely makes posts to the network with such express purpose, but when he shows up on the feed this time, he looks prepared. Like he's got a message. And he only glances off camera once, before he starts. ]

You know, been here almost a year and a half now. Place definitely takes a toll on a person after awhile. Especially when things at home don't exactly make it any easier to deal with the kind of things that go on here. If you let it, everything just kind of.. falls apart. [ He shrugs, grasping a little for the right words. Public speaking isn't his strong suit. ]

Doesn't mean it has to, though. I know more than a few people here have made allegiances with people they never would've thought to. Whatever gets you through, right? Makes it easier, helps keep you going? Didn't actually think i'd end up happy in this place, not after everything that's happened.

[ This time, when he looks off camera again, he lets his NV turn ... to an expectant Sylar, his dark gaze fixed on the device. He smiles, wryly, as though to say 'surprise'. ]

Makes a lot of sense, when you think about it. The people who remind you of home, who understand what it's like to be you better than anyone else does; you can't really pick and choose who those people are. Adversity makes strange bedfellows.

[ He quirks an offscreen glance toward Peter. ]

Everyone deserves a little happiness in their lives, don't you think? Someone to love. Something you'd kill to protect. [ He reaches out suddenly, viper-quick, pulling Peter back into view of the NV by dragging him into his lap, and surprising a smile out of him in the process. Sylar presses his nose into Peter's neck, buries his nose briefly into hair that has grown back mysteriously quickly, and then looks back at the screen mockingly. ]

Like this smile. Isn't it adorable? A man could kill for a smile like this.

[ But before Sylar can embarrass them both any further, Peter's fumbling for his NV and trying not to smile so much as he turns off the feed. ]


[ ooc; blue is Peter; red is Sylar. threadjacking is encouraged! ]

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[askedtobe]

You're not telling me anything I don't already know.

[hostage]

And you - what - you just don't give a shit?

[askedtobe]

Almost took out the entire island because of it, actually.

[hostage]

And now you two are all cozying up and - seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?

[askedtobe]

Somehow i'm guessing that nothing I could possibly say would convince you that there's less wrong with me now than there used to be.

[hostage]

So you found nirvana with this serial killer psycho. Congratulations, asshole. I'm glad you're happy, at least. I'm sure that's a big comfort to Claire and everybody else this guy's killed.

[askedtobe]

First of all, I don't have to explain my reasoning to you and secondly, you have no idea how much of that I take responsibility for. I'd feel the same even if I hadn't... found nirvana.

[hostage]

Damn right you don't gotta explain it to me. You explain it to her. You explain it to yourself. I hope you got a real good story made up in your head to justify doing this to somebody you love. To your own family.

[askedtobe]

Don't try to pretend you have any idea what my family is like. My justifications are my own and if Claire doesn't accept them, then there isn't anything I can do about it.

[hostage]

I don't gotta know what your family's like to know it's wrong to betray somebody you love like this. You're the worst kind of scumbag and you better start admitting it to yourself.

[askedtobe]

Thanks, I already know exactly what I am. Don't need you filling it in for me.

[hostage]

Good. Enjoy it, bitch.

[askedtobe]

Enjoy what, the fact that you think you know anything about me?

[hostage]

Enjoy living with yourself.

[askedtobe]

Out of everything I have to be guilty over? He's not it. Try again.

[hostage]

If that was true, it wouldn'ta been a secret. So fuck you, too.

[askedtobe]

It isn't anyone's business in the first place.

[hostage]

Yeah, totally nobody's business you're fucking around with a serial killer. I mean, you got a right to throw a party and have everybody's brains cut out by your boyfriend, right? Maybe cook a little family dinner and serve Claire's brains for dessert? I mean, that shit is private, right? Ain't nobody's right to stick their nose in that.

[gabriel_gray]

[ Sylar has delicate ears, and they burn, and so he slides into the video behind Peter, draping an arm around his chest from behind the couch, peering over at Jesse. He grins. ]

There's my favourite puppy.

[ He tightens his grip on Peter, noses against his ear, and there are telepathic thoughts spoken that you can't hear, Jesse, and they go something like this:

Would you like to? ]

[askedtobe]

[ Sylar you are not helping the situation because Peter was busy making horrified faces at Jesse and not knowing what to say and now he has even less of an idea.

Not right now -- is telepathically pushed back, before he's glancing over his shoulder at Sylar. ]

I think he thinks your Hannibal Lecter.

[hostage]

[Just watching this. Nobody wants his opinion, right?]

[gabriel_gray]

No, Hannibal Lecter is Hannibal Lecter. Smart guy, too.

[ Oh Siren's Port. He leans back, enough to look back at the screen, hunger clear.

Later. I can't think of anyone I'd appreciate taking apart more. ]

Have you met him, Jesse?

[hostage]

Nope.

[askedtobe]

Why am I not even surprised that he's here.

[ Later is good. And we can talk about this more. Later.

Peter is just rubbing his face now, he might as well just hand over his NV. ]

[gabriel_gray]

[ You could do that, but there's no point. Sylar just keeps draping. ]

You see, Jesse, we serial killers have a certain kind of allure. We draw people in. Certain kinds of people-- [ Haha, sorry Peter, but it's true. ] There's women falling over themselves for men on death row. It's the danger, the thrill. It's incredibly sexy.

But you're right. I should throw a dinner party. You want an invitation?