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Sylar is grumpy.

And alone.

And grumpy.

And sitting out in a field. There are wildflowers. He has graciously refrained from setting them on fire, which is the extent of his goodwill towards anything at the moment.

Botherable, if you feel like being yelled at and/or mauled.

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"Why not?"

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"Do you enjoy tempting me to violence?"

Really, Sam.

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"It makes life interesting."

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"Does it now."

...he's not letting go of Sam's wrist.

The reason behind this action is up for debate.

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"It does." Chirpily.

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"Would it make life more interesting if I tore off your arm?" asks Sylar idly.

It... doesn't sound like a threat. Which is strange, considering the wording.

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"I don't think you really could." Mildly.

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"Willing to risk it?"

He grins.

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"Well, it'd be a change from the norm, why not?"

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"You," Sylar says wryly, "are very strange."

He's still not letting go.

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"Look who's talking."

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"And you call me immature."

Lightly.

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"Well you are."

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Sylar snorts.

And tugs lightly at Sam's sleeve with telekinesis.

If it's a threat, it's at least a playful one.

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"Dork."

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"Annoying bastard."

...is that a note of affection in his voice?

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"Violent bastard."

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"I can't really argue that one, can I."

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"Not even a little bit."

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Snort. "Fair enough."

He's laughing now. How did that happen?

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Sam lapses into relatively comfortable silence.

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Eventually, with absolutely no show of reluctance whatsoever, Sylar lets go of his wrist.

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"Thank you." Dryly.

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"And here I thought you liked it when I got rough with you."

...it's amazing how Sylar can say this in total innocence.

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Smirk. "If that's your idea of rough, your standards must be falling."