Luke's lips brushing against his ear, combined with the words, made Sylar shiver. Having one person so wholly devoted to him- it sounded perfect. But if that was the case...well, he'd had that with his mother. Right?
He'd reached a point where he couldn't compromise anymore. He couldn't have research and Mohinder and respect along with Luke and something close to love.
He was so used to not being given a choice. He could only react, most of the time. But there was nothing to rage against here, and that was so frustrating...
"Fuck...goddamn it," he muttered, shutting his eyes tight. "This isn't fair. I'm not ready. If I hadn't brought us here I wouldn't have to decide. Why are you always right?" He let out a puff of a sigh, then opened his eyes. "If I'm with you, I'm not going to be safe. There'll always be more people coming after us. If that's what you want, then. We can't." His speech stilted until it came to a halt. He couldn't completely say it.
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He'd reached a point where he couldn't compromise anymore. He couldn't have research and Mohinder and respect along with Luke and something close to love.
He was so used to not being given a choice. He could only react, most of the time. But there was nothing to rage against here, and that was so frustrating...
"Fuck...goddamn it," he muttered, shutting his eyes tight. "This isn't fair. I'm not ready. If I hadn't brought us here I wouldn't have to decide. Why are you always right?" He let out a puff of a sigh, then opened his eyes. "If I'm with you, I'm not going to be safe. There'll always be more people coming after us. If that's what you want, then. We can't." His speech stilted until it came to a halt. He couldn't completely say it.