"It was incredible. For about an hour and then--" Mohinder really doesn't know how bad this is all going. Or how stupidly he's feeding into Sylar's annoyance or anger. He just lays his head on the other man's upper arm. He lightly kisses his throat. His chin. And he sets his hand over the other man's chest. He can feel his heart beating slowly...softly. The way it ought to be. "It's awful in the end, Gabriel."
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Date: 2011-12-31 02:22 am (UTC)