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[ Seated in the corner of the couch in his living room, Peter's looking better than he probably has in months. Less tired, less haggard. Less miserable. You might say he even almost looks... happy. ]

Probably should've spoken up sooner, but-- lost track of time the past few days. [ There's a glance off camera for a second before Peter's clearing his throat and focusing. ]

Starting to think the newspaper really should start trying to be a little more thorough with its investigative work before it tells everyone i've died. Back when the Joker-- Uhm, there's a reason they didn't recover the body. [ a beat ] 'Cause I survived. So if anyone saw that, read it.. i'm fine. Nothing to worry about.

And-- [ After a put upon sigh, for a couple seconds, Peter holds his NV up against his chest, muffling both visuals and sound as he, off camera, takes care of something. But he's back on screen momentarily. Just technical difficulties, folks. ]

If anyone saw that bit in the paper about the aliens? Wouldn't worry about it too much. That was kind of-- [ he sighs; he really doesn't actually want to bring this up, but better to keep rumors spreading than not. ] The Darkness monster population in one of the sectors got kind of overcrowded, figured it was an easy way to take care of it all at once. Sorry about that.

[ And after a forced smile sort of a thing, he clicks his NV off. ]

[ ic replies will likely come a couple hours later. ]

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[ Peter snorts, at the both the serious words and the falsely exasperated ones. He knew exactly where the serious ones were coming from, but that was going to be his problem one day, whatever day that might be. It didn't need to be Sylar's explanation, only Peter's, and he knew that far too well already. Though in a way, he was starting to believe he didn't actually need to explain himself, though he'd have to.

But he'd cross that bridge when he had to come to it, because for the moment he simply shrugged, knocking back another swig of beer and easily feigning his own ignorance. ]

Nothing? Pretty sure you've already done everything to me you can think of.

[ He looked affronted, stung, but he was playing his part more than anything else, mouth open wide, eyebrows high. ]

You think I've exhausted my imagination after only a week and a half? I'm hurt.

[ He leant up, balancing the beer can with one hand on the sofa, moving suddenly ice cold fingers to the curve of Peter's ear. ]

I think I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve.

[ Shivering at the touch that catches him off guard, Peter can't contain his slip of laughter, ducking out from under Sylar's hand. ]

Okay fine, so you've got a few. [ The thing was that Peter was pretty damn sure it'd take a lot more than that to exhaust Sylar's imagination, and he takes another sip before sucking at the foam collecting on the top of his beer can. ]

Guess i'll give you that much.

[ Sylar smiles as he too goes back to his beer, quietly watching Peter for a few moments longer. The pause stretches out, just a little longer than is strictly comfortable, and then whatever he's thinking about slips as easily away, and he tilts his head back in the other direction, idly reaching up to close the kitchen door with a flick of telekinesis.

The bang is what breaks the silence. ]

Besides which, you're the one helpless to resist me. Isn't that right?

Unable to keep your mind off me. Even when you're busy. Almost as if--

[ His mind provides a thousand answers that he doesn't use out loud, because instead he just smiles, letting the words hover there. ]

[ Peter almost rolls his eyes, and he in fact even tries to. But it's difficult when he knows that Sylar's right, and so he tries to bristle with offense, but even that doesn't work and Peter's left shaking his head and trying his hardest not to grin.

But he finally snaps out of it, using his beer can to point at Sylar. ] I might be helpless to resist you, but i'm not the one who put me here.

[ He gives a slight tip of the head down as if to indicate where exactly he's sitting, quirking an eyebrow in the process. ]

Means i'm not the only one who can't seem to do the resisting. [ Peter shifts forward enough to brush his nose against Sylar's cheek, though he knows he has no reason to be smug. He's the one who oozes the need for affection, and he knows it. ]

[ It's his turn to look surprised, and it could be mock affront, but for once isn't. Because Peter has caught him more or less red handed enjoying all of this. Enjoying just being Gabriel for once. Enjoying being wanted, and wanting.

He turns his head slightly into Peter's as he leans down, wraps both hands and beer around the other man's back, and gently pulls Peter a little closer. ]

Hoisted by my own petard, aren't I? Mm-- [ He brushed a kiss under Peter's eye. ] Let's see... Last one to finish their beer has to feed Mr. Muggles.

[ It's just that Sylar was the one cheating, using telekinesis to pin Peter's beer hand down as he raised his own to his mouth. ]

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