The touch to his cheek brought out those wide, vulnerable eyes again. That was something his mom would do sometimes, and he didn't know how to take it. But somewhere in the back of his mind, he recognized it as an offer, rather than something mocking him. Jack was trying to help.
Jack was out of the room by the time Sylar could've reacted. He saw his own face in the mirror and sighed. It was time to move forward.
He took off the bloody clothes slowly, as if he were feeling sore. He showered for a long while, spending some of his time trying to heat the water himself. It wasn't too hard, but he could tell he'd need a lot of practice before his control was as good as Luke's. He'd make sure he got there.
When he was done, his body at least felt better. He chose some black jeans with a gray shirt and a dark purple hoodie, and he opened the door to the hallway. "I made you wait," he said- not apologizing, but showing that he did notice he took awhile, at least. "So what happens now?"
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Jack was out of the room by the time Sylar could've reacted. He saw his own face in the mirror and sighed. It was time to move forward.
He took off the bloody clothes slowly, as if he were feeling sore. He showered for a long while, spending some of his time trying to heat the water himself. It wasn't too hard, but he could tell he'd need a lot of practice before his control was as good as Luke's. He'd make sure he got there.
When he was done, his body at least felt better. He chose some black jeans with a gray shirt and a dark purple hoodie, and he opened the door to the hallway. "I made you wait," he said- not apologizing, but showing that he did notice he took awhile, at least. "So what happens now?"