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Intuition is unusually pensive today.

She's also sitting on the front step of the Cooper house, pensively.

Her dress, if you look close enough, is whiter than it strictly ought to be. Almost as though her rainbows aren't covering it like they usually do.

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Eden noticed Inty sitting outside. From inside the house, she peered at the window a few times, debating going over there.

Obviously, she plucked up her courage eventually. She opens the door. "Oh," as if she's surprised to see Inty, "Hey there."

She steps around Inty and off the front step. In her hand in a book with a dragon on the cover.

"Hello."

She waits for Eden to explain why she's pretending.

Some things come easily. Some... don't.

Eden? Explain things? Ahahahahahahano.

"I'm not sure how talking to you works," she remarks after a moment. "If I even need to tell you why I want to talk to you or not."

Slight smile.

"Today you do. Tomorrow, maybe not. You met Ish-- I'm the one who gets things by chance."

"Oh, yeah, her," Eden remarks off-handedly, keeping her true views on Ish hidden. (Except possibly not really because of the whole Inty thing.)

"If you could tell Gabriel that there's another Sylar out there. One who's from a version of our future. He has the same power all Sylars have, and regeneration. I don't know if he's made it here yet."

Technically, Eden's version of reality isn't teen!Gabriel's version of reality, or older!Gabriel's, so it's not 'their future' - but acknowledging that would require more words than Eden feels like using. She's just here on business.

"He's here."

The smile softens just a little.

"With 'Ition."

Yes, with. Like that.

Well, fuck says the expression on Eden's face - except with more guilt and disgust.

"You didn't--"

...shit.

"--I'm sorry."

"Better I know now," Eden mumbles, distracted by thinking about how to deal with this new problem.

(Every Sylar is a problem.)

"He isn't, you know."

Some things need to be made clear.

"Of all the Gabriels he's the farthest from the one you knew."

Both in the strictly temporal sense and in the way where he's not like Sylar anymore. Much as she loves her Gabriel and much as she knows he and his slightly older alternate are not pointed down that path, there's a certain similarity in the way they think to their misguided brother. Gray is a man without illusions. She respects that. It's easy to tell what Ish sees in him, however much he may be too reserved for her taste.

Eden raises an eyebrow.

"He killed people. From what I can tell, the Gabriels haven't done that." If Eden were feeling generous, she might even add that it looks like they won't be doing so, either. But she's not.

"He had a long time alone to introspect in, he knows exactly why he killed people as Sylar, and he isn't ever going to be that person again. He's reached his equilibrium and it is not as a murderer."

"Then what is he?"

Eden does not entirely believe you.

"Safe."

One word. A thousand colours hanging invisibly in the air.

"As much so as any other man, and perhaps more than most."

"Give a person a little warning before you make them know things," Eden grumbles. She always gets so irritated when she finds she has no reason to distrust...Gabriels.

"Really?"

This is pure curiosity.

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's...weird," is all that Eden can come up with when put on the spot.

"Oh."

Blink.

"Sorry."

Goodness. She'd never thought about it that way.

There's an awkward shrug.

"People might not always want to know things all the time," Eden adds. It leads to grumpiness. Like Eden is feeling right now. Poor, poor Eden.

"Hmm," says Inty, because some vestige of social aptitude tells her it would be poor form to mention how foolish she thinks that is.

Eden's kinda done, on her end.

Hey, look, landscape. Yep. Sure is interesting.

It is that.

Though Bridgette has seen her around the farm, this is the first time Bridgette has approached the rainbow-angel.

She bursts out of the front door and will give her a hug.

Even if she objects.

Clingy Bridgette is clingy.

She not only does not object, she wraps her arms around Bridge and hugs back, not asking. Not needing to.

Not speaking, because that's not needed either.

Daddy used to hug her, before the sickness that warped the world took him. Mommy used to hug her, before all the dead people flocked to her and her mind shut down. Mama Tricks, friend and saviour of the Dubois sisters even if she didn't believe in dreams, used to hug her, before the bad men came and gunned her down. Ariel used to hug her, before she ran in the other direction to draw attention away from Bridgette.

She has someone new to hug her.

She isn't sure why she's crying.

Inty has a napkin in one pocket. (Yes, this dress has pockets.)

Now she knows why.

So she can dry Bridgette's tears.

Bridgette is glad that she's not getting Inty's white dress wet. It's pretty and so is Inty.

Bridgette loves Intuition. Still keeping the hug, she reaches out to stroke her hair. She loves Intuition very, very much.

She kisses the top of Bridge's head and hugs her with one arm, the other hand being busy with the napkin.

The crying subsides to sniffles, and even those fade eventually.

None of this provides any excuse to let go of Intuition, mind you.

Of course not.

Cuddles are good even when you don't need them.

Bridge is okay with that! She's too tired from crying to muster much else - including actual words.

There is some more playing with hair. It's sparkly! Like what a unicorn's mane would look like.

(Unicorns exist. Shhh.)

(They do in some places.)

(And, Inty is sure, in some places there are unicorns whose manes shine with a multitude of colours.)

"Inty!" Steph beams. "I haven't seen you for ages!"

Less time than she thinks, but Steph doesn't usually remember her dreams.

HUGGING NOW PLZ?

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