termineur: (Wave them along)
Sylar ([personal profile] termineur) wrote in [community profile] torchwoodinstitute 2017-05-06 12:58 pm (UTC)

It wasn't until he started putting all his various products away that he realized he'd probably made Mohinder wait. When he reappeared in their bedroom, looking sharp in a dark grey suit and tie and an actual white dress shirt, the look on his face was mildly embarrassed. "I forgot- you hardly have to do anything to look perfect," he noted, openly staring at him with a smile.

He had opted to leave a note, since vortex manipulators were not the most reliable of things. Hopefully no one would ever see it, sitting on their kitchen counter- but if they ended up detouring in prehistoric times again, it'd let worried Torchwood agents know why.

He grumbled half-heartedly about the wrist strap 'ruining his lines'- he could be worse than Sasan on occasion- and pulled Mohinder close for the trip. Unfortunately, the romance of the occasion didn't help with vortex sickness, and he found himself clinging to a wall for support afterwards, trying not to throw up. But they had made it to a nice sunny day in Lower Manhattan, just a couple blocks from the Marriage Bureau.

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