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...yeah, it just occurred to Stephen that he counts as a flier. You know, seeing as he owns an antigravitational device and is reaching the final leg of jet construction.

Go team him?

Anyway, he's now having a look around for Nathan Petrelli (the real one, please and thanks), for whom he also has some news on the making-holes-in-reality front. Not terribly exciting news, but a plan, at least. (He's also keeping an eye out for Thrust, for the purposes of getting blueprints. Yes, he's building a fighter jet and a kind of cross-reality teleport and a bit of alien robot tech in the same lifetime. It's possible that he's overbooked himself.) Plus: he's totally botherable by anyone with a hankering to chat.

Catch him anywhere, twirling a well-used spanner between his fingers and humming to himself as he walks.

[ooc: slowtimes will be the order of the day, I am afraid.]

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That's... actually a very interesting question.

And one that Gray can spend days at a time thinking about.

Somehow, though, he expects Steve isn't in it for the philosophy.

"I've never been able to answer that question to my satisfaction," he admits softly. "But in the most practical of senses, it doesn't matter. As I said, I outgrew the Sylar name a long time ago. The question of what could have been is... somewhat academic."

...as reassurances of Gabriel-wide integrity go, it leaves a little to be desired. Then again, speaking only for himself, Gray does have a point.

"Oh." But he likes academic! "That's good."

Dryly, "I like to think so."

Considering, you know, he gave up a lifestyle of power and hedonism for the sake of moral values. And all that.

The narration is forced to concede that this is indeed charitable of him.

"...No, I mean it," he feels obliged to offer, because he has the impression that he wasn't all that convincing the first time around. He likes that you're on the light side of the Force, Gray! He just wishes that that the change could have been made under a little less duress. (Heck, he'd sell his eyeballs for there to have never been any such thing as Sylar, in any universe.)

Gray nods.

Yes, he gets it.

...Part of Steve, to be honest, is wondering why he didn't walk away at 'until I started killing people'. Maybe it has something to do with the subtle contrition, or the fact that they'd kind of been getting on before it. Or maybe the absence of evil expressions with accompanying requests-that-aren't that he meet Steve's Gabriel for apparently nefarious purposes. Those are all points in his favour.

"Have you... met any of the other yous?"

Headshake.

With another of his rare smiles, "Ish met Inty. That's the closest I've gotten."

It's not that he's avoiding them. There's just so much else to be done. They'll run into one another in time, he's sure of it.

"You haven't talked to them, then? Not... through the Intuitions?"

Steve hasn't quite gotten the hang of the intuitive link thing. He seems to be under the impression that it's like a psychic phone line.

"Not quite, no. I'm given to understand--" he checks-- "that your Gabriel lacks the connection."

Yes, Steve. You have a Gabriel of your very own. :D?

...:D!

"Oh!"

Okay!

Hang on.

"Wait, so you and the other Intuition are..."

...no, wait, that was the question he wasn't going to ask. >_>

"Are...?" Gray prompts, with a trace of a teasing smile.

"...keeping close company?"

He's not particularly bashful, but it seems a good way of putting it.

"You could say that, yes."

Oh, okay. Awesome.

"Sort of fitting, really."

"Yes, I suppose it is."

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