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[ 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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Well then, maybe I'll teach you to fix watches the old fashioned way. That ought to take--oh, a few years.

[ He'd be content to stay there all day, but quietly he untangles himself. ]

I can hear that thing beeping from here.

[ Peter snorts, and that comment actually earns Sylar a jab but Peter's flopping back onto the couch as Sylar moves. Sighing heavily, he snatches his NV back up, turning it back on. ]

I'll deal with it.

[ And Sylar drapes on the couch next to him for the first few moments, but then pulls himself up so that Peter can have his own space, heading over to lean against a wall while he records his own videos. ]

[ Peter's staying on the inconspicuousness of the couch, just to make sure there's no way anybody can find their location via video mode. Peter might be getting progressively poutier, however. ]

[ When all is said and done, Sylar settles back on the couch beside him, gently reaching up to prize the NV out of Peter's fingers, setting it on the coffee table. Which now has coffee on it.

He says nothing, just gently pulls the other man's head down into his lap, carding his fingers through his hair. ]

[ Hey, hey-- He wasn't done with that yet. Peter watches almost mournfully as Sylar set the NV on the coffee table, and isn't it something that they actually have one? It's the little things that make their place feel even more like home, since they can't manage to keep working electricity, yet.

But with a heavy-handed sigh, Peter lets Sylar tip him over, eyes going a bit bleary from staring at his NV for too long, just trying to enjoy the caress of the other man's fingers. ]

[ He tilts his head slightly, watching Peter down the length of the couch, still winding his fingers through his hair. After a few moments of just studying him he finally speaks. ]

You did good today. With everyone.

Sherlock--he loaths you. Makes no secret of it. I almost think he hates you more than he hates me.

[ After listening to Sylar for a moment, he tips his head back around to look up at him, but not enough to encourage the other man from removing his fingers. ]

Could've told you that much already. I'm worse than you are because I can't stop you, and now i've let you go free. Makes me guilty for everything you've done.

[ He gives a meager little shrug, tipping his cheek back against Sylar's thigh. ]

[ Don't worry Peter he had no intention of stopping stroking any time soon. It was why they went to such extreme efforts to get your hair back. ]

I think he suspects more than that, no matter what I said to him to the contrary. But he'd be an idiot to try anything.

[ No matter how clever he thinks he is. ]

[ Good, because right now is one of those times where he really just.. wants the cuddles and not much else. ]

You really don't think he will? [ Because Peter's not so sure. ]

I said he'd have to be an idiot. And that's exactly what he is.

[ He's emotionally exhausted too, and for the time being that's just fine. He smoothes his fingers down Peter's neck, then reaches back up to pet his hair again. ]

He can see what we can do; we've made no secret of it. For an intelligent man to then believe it's worth the risk?

[ Once again, Peter squirms so that he's staring up at Sylar, looking only moderately worried. ]

And what if he figures out a way to make it worth the risk.

[ The concern flitters away when Peter looks up at him again, and a smirk slides into place instead. He doesn't want Peter to be worried; not when it may not lead to anything. ]

Then we give him something to really be afraid of.

[ After all the conversations he's had, Peter's gotten a bit overwhelmed with concern, whether or not he let it on to everyone else, so it takes a couple of seconds for Sylar's smirk to start to make him feel a little better. ]

You make it sound easy.

[ He soothes his fingers down to Peter's neck, then across to let his hand settle over his heart. ]

It is that easy. You know how easy it is. Sherlock moves through shadow like us. Well, not exactly like us. He wouldn't come alone, but that only makes it worse. You put someone else at risk, and in a fight you're seperated; you have to think about how to protect them, just as much as you're trying to keep yourself alive.

If you can't trust them to look after themselves, then all they are is a weak link in your own defense. And then you just seperate them, pick them off one at a time. Easy as shooting fish in a barrel.

[ Peter's astonishingly quick to put his hand over Sylar's, just staring up at Sylar and listening. It's not as if he's changed his mind about protecting Sylar, no matter how many people try to call him a potential flip-flopper. But he's just nervous, worried for both of their livelihoods. ]

It'll be easier if you stop telling people what my abilities are. [ He tips his head slightly, nudging against Sylar's stomach. ] Giving away my element of surprise.

[ The hand on his own was what he'd expected Peter to do, and he didn't disappoint, moving quickly as though he'd caught Sylar's thought before it had even fully formed. He was still watching.

There was no way to close the distance, so at last he just settled back again. ]

Telling people our abilities lets them have a healthy fear of what they're getting into. Besides which, we both have powers they don't know about.

[ Lacing his fingers with Sylar's, Peter lifted an eyebrow, a small grin sneaking up on him before he could stop it.

And I have powers that even you don't know about. [ Peter can be a tease even when he's not in the bedroom. ]

[ Sylar's eyes flickered down again, and then he moved in a snap of savage speed, drove Peter over onto his back on the couch and crouched over him, leaning down down nose to nose with the other man. ]

You shouldn't make promises if you aren't prepared to keep them.

[ He'd had a rough day, enough that now he was prepared to kill, but there was nothing to sink his claws into. And now Peter was teasing him with powers. Unknown powers - tantalising powers - right there where he could reach out and touch them... ]

[ Peter should have known better than to say that, but he realized a second too late and then the world was being flipped and Sylar was looming over him. He wanted to apologize for taking his teasing in the wrong direction, but he knew that apologies were what Sylar wanted. ]

I've kept all my promises, Sylar. Everyone else thinks i'm gonna change my mind, don't tell me you do too. [ Reaching his hands up to either side of Sylar's face, Peter sighed heavily, looking concerned, though not for his own safety. ]

[ Sylar loomed a little more, pressing down until his forehead settled against Peter's, and he let his eyes drift closed, on the edge of focusing, taking his mind away to New York again. Power--that was what he wanted. A kill; a way to let out all of the built up tension, the hunger that he hadn't let go when it came to Jesse, Sherlock and the others.

But it wouldn't work, not in his mind. Peter had to take them, and he wasn't sure the other man wanted to. He just couldn't guess as to why not. Not, when he'd been through the same trials. No--no, he could make a guess. Everyone else thinks I'm going to change my mind. He opened his eyes, flicking them up as he leant back. ]

You want to talk about it?

[ Peter knew what Sylar was doing the moment he pressed closer and Peter closed his eyes almost sleepily. He wasn't much in the mood for doing this, but he would if Sylar wanted to. But before he could even start concentrating, Sylar pulled himself away and Peter blinked his eyes open once again, looking up at Sylar. ]

Not really. [ Curling his fingers in Sylars shirt, he gave the other man a gentle tug, trying to bring him closer again. ]

[ He exhaled with a shudder, tried to force down the wave of his own hunger, and instead let Peter pull him closer, pressing his nose gently into the curve of the other man's throat, inhaling his scent. There was no way out of it, not really, and putting his own needs aside was difficult. It wasn't usual for him at all, overcoming his own will, because before Peter he'd never had any reason to keep himself from killing given the opportunity.

He opened his eyes again, staring at Peter's profile slightly above him, his own head on the couch to his left, spoke with a soft wonder: ]

What do you know? You can stop me from killing.

[ Closing his eyes when Sylar had nuzzled against his throat, Peter couldn't really keep himself from clinging, situating himself underneath the other for optimal cuddle impact. Sylar wasn't the only one who'd been turned a little inside out by the days events, Peter just didn't want to kill anyone because of it. Mostly he just wanted to hide underneath the other man for a week or two.

Turning his face when Sylar spoke, Peter tried to wiggle a little closer. ]

Guess I can tell everyone that I can control you, now. [ Pushing his nose against Sylar's, almost in apology, Peter sighs. ] Next time we go on camera, you can ever wear the collar. Maximum impact.

[ He chuckles against Peter's lips, brushes the softest kiss there, also in apology, then lets his eyes open again. They were a little too close for his vision to be clear. ]

That would make it your fault when I get off the leash, wouldn't it? But maybe it'd make them feel better for just a little while.

[ He wrapped his arms the rest of the way around Peter, raising his chin so that he could kiss the centre of his forehead. ]

It wasn't about killing to start with; it was about being with you. Nothing else matters.

[ Apology accepted. ]

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