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Well.

Gray has managed to arrive at the Cooper place, and after parking his stolen Dodge Viper beside the white Mini Cooper ~~(ahaha the narration just got that)~~, takes the scenic route back around to the front of the house.

He likes walking.

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She blinks.

"What, this world?"

"No."

Shrug.

"I was somewhere else first, yes. But most recently, we came from the east."

"Oh. I thought you probably weren't from here. Most people aren't. I'm not."

He couldn't be from her world, could he? He's dressed weirdly, but then again he hasn't yet commented on her feet.

"Mine's called Karock," she prompts, but without much hope.

Headshake.

"I haven't heard of it, I'm afraid."

After the whole bit with the monochromatic girlfriend, he's got high standards for weird.

"No-one else has, either."

...this is intended as a statement to let him off the hook, but it comes out as somewhat melancholy. Dang.

A very small shrug.

"Sometimes it's better that way."

See: everybody and his dog knowing about Gray's Sylar days, apparently.

Jona doesn't know about them! Whilst she does harbour a flourishing talent for being spectacularly misinformed, when it comes to genuine gossip she misses out somewhat.

See also: her utter lack of apprehension during this conversation. :D?

"Be nice if there was someone, though," she shrugs. Come on, no-one's even heard of Tryst, and that's the biggest city ever ~~that she knows of~~. It's slightly disheartening when your birthplace might as well not exist.

"I suppose so, yes."

Gray prefers it when fewer people know things about him, really.

Shame that Jona's so nosy, then!

Back to her bushy-tailed (not literally; stop staring!) self: "Is your world nice?"

"Not often."

"Oh."

...

"What's it like when it is?"

"I don't remember," he admits softly. "It was a long time ago."

Jona goes :(.

Clearly she is asking all the wrong questions, here.

""

Gray shrugs it off.

"You didn't know."

Which is a version of it's all right, at least.

Jona isn't quite sure how a hug would be received, so she has to settle for looking sympathetic.

"It's nice here, generally," she offers.

And for once, a perfectly genuine smile.

"So I've found."

Yay smile! And now there's a matching pair.

"There are monsters, but not here. Except for the baby ones."

"So," my gosh is this humour?, "I've found."

Jona seems to find it worth a giggle, at least. Then again, she finds that of a lot of things.

In any case: "And there are lots of people, and free food, and nobody murders anybody else."

These are all, in her experience, good things.

"I can imagine you might enjoy that."

She seems to be the extroverted sort.

And lack of murder's always good.

"I do." Still grinning.

--HANG ON.

"Oh-oh-oh, have you ever had a grilled cheese sandwich?" Because if you haven't, she's making you one now. Whether you like it or not. "Cheese on bread and then you put it in a really hot box and it's gorgeous."

"...I'm aware of the phenomenon, yes."

Good God, she's so cheerful.

Would you believe that it's one of her best features?

"Do you want one? I can make some. I can use all the boxes in the kitchen now." The little one that just makes toast, and the big hot one, and the little round hot things on top, and the big cold one, and and and! Jona has MAD SKILLS.

"...congratulations."

Yes, all right, he's mocking her, but it's mostly good-natured mockery.

Mostly.

"And no thank you."

...Aww.

"When you change your mind, just ask," she offers. "I'll owe you one."

Owe him one for what? Are you mad? Grilled cheese sandwiches need no excuse!

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