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

"Thank you." Dryly.

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

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

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

"If you'd prefer I were more violent, you only have to say."

"Sounds interesting. Go on, then."

"...are you really soliciting violence from me?"

"I'm soliciting a change from the normal from you. Which, given that it's you, pretty much means violence."

"But you'd accept any kind of change?"

Sylar grins.

"Within reason."

"Define reason."

"If it puts my life in danger you can safely say you've crossed the line."

"Noted."

Sylar grins. It is, frankly, creepy as hell.

And all of a sudden Sam is in his lap. Telekinesis is good that way.

...groping his ass does not, technically, endanger his life. :D?

Not technically.

That may be a very surprised laugh from Sam.

With an answering laugh, "Have I succeeded in breaking the norm?"

"I suppose."

"I could stop if you wanted."

Idly, as his hand creeps under Sam's shirt and he leans his chin on the younger man's shoulder.

"I might hit you if you do."

"I like that answer."

Allow him to express his approval.

Sam approves of this approval.

Some time later, he still approves of it, but is notably less clothed, more worn out, and sprawled out in the field next to Sylar.

Sylar is in similar condition. It is probably not difficult to guess why.

He's also grinning lazily. Apparently certain activities have a beneficial effect on one's mood. Who knew?

Sam doesn't stay still for long. Eventually, he starts searching for and pulling on his clothes.

Sylar doesn't bother with searching. His clothes come and find him, instead.

Good old telekinesis.

"Don't you feel so much better now?"

"Strangely enough, yes," he responds wryly.