On his toes, Mohinder leans against Matt's back, one hand on his shoulder. He's hungry. He's given away a lot of blood. And Matt's there-- If he gave it to Sylar, he might as well give it to him. Yes, of course Mohinder knows that they're suppose to be having a conversation right now, it's meant to be serious, but he really can't help himself.
"There's a very easy way to do this. We can talk without having to talk. Telepathy, only deeper. I can control myself. You're special. It should be fine--"
Unlike the other humans. Mohinder's frustration brought out the worst in him.
"It won't hurt. I can make sure of it. I don't want to have to hunt."
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Date: 2011-12-23 02:47 am (UTC)"There's a very easy way to do this. We can talk without having to talk. Telepathy, only deeper. I can control myself. You're special. It should be fine--"
Unlike the other humans. Mohinder's frustration brought out the worst in him.
"It won't hurt. I can make sure of it. I don't want to have to hunt."