[ Managing to sound absolutely nothing but tired, Peter kicked off his own shoes in a reflection of Gabriel's putting them on, brushing his hair back away from his face. Stuck trying to think of the best way to do this - for he and Sylar, it was always spur of the moment, always affectionate or at the very least, calm - Peter moved towards the couch, hesitantly sitting down so that he was facing the man he thought he once knew. ]
All you have to do is give me one of your hands. [ Peter tipped his head slightly, a curious look that was digging for something more; staring at something that he so badly wanted to touch but couldn't, something that was distant but right there. ] That's it.
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[ Managing to sound absolutely nothing but tired, Peter kicked off his own shoes in a reflection of Gabriel's putting them on, brushing his hair back away from his face. Stuck trying to think of the best way to do this - for he and Sylar, it was always spur of the moment, always affectionate or at the very least, calm - Peter moved towards the couch, hesitantly sitting down so that he was facing the man he thought he once knew. ]
All you have to do is give me one of your hands. [ Peter tipped his head slightly, a curious look that was digging for something more; staring at something that he so badly wanted to touch but couldn't, something that was distant but right there. ] That's it.