"You have options." Luke didn't. He had this life that Sylar helped him realize that he wanted to keep having...even if Sylar wasn't in it. For the other boy, snuffing out someone's life wasn't as good as it could get. "And I really don't think you-- Jesus, Sylar. You know me. You know I can't be like Suresh or Elle or anyone else."
Why was this so hard? Luke felt a tightness in his chest.
"I don't want to fuck you. I don't to go on vacations or get married or settle down or do anything normal like that! You only want to be with me because you're scared. Grow a fucking pair!"
He was too tired to really go into melt down mode. He slumped. This wasn't working.
Luke unfurled his fingers away from his palms and stared at the wall.
"You're the only thing that means anything to me and you want to change. You're going to be such a fucking pussy when you do, Sy, that I will probably kill you myself."
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Why was this so hard? Luke felt a tightness in his chest.
"I don't want to fuck you. I don't to go on vacations or get married or settle down or do anything normal like that! You only want to be with me because you're scared. Grow a fucking pair!"
He was too tired to really go into melt down mode. He slumped. This wasn't working.
Luke unfurled his fingers away from his palms and stared at the wall.
"You're the only thing that means anything to me and you want to change. You're going to be such a fucking pussy when you do, Sy, that I will probably kill you myself."