Sylar used that time to steal the supplies - a canvas, easel, brushes, palette and paints - and carries the entire bundle to the designated spot. Unlike the first meeting, this one is different. He's different. His brow is furrowed and the eyes beneath dark and focused, his entire form tense.
If this power returned, what else would come back? Would he hurt people who didn't deserve it? Innocents who had nothing he wanted. If he couldn't control this...
Spotting Matthew, his eyes are unabashedly hopeful for several seconds and there's an almost smile at his lips.
"Thank you for meeting me. I needed someone else here. To see what I see. And..." He hesitates, but whatever he's about to say next is lost. His head tilts and he observes the Thai food with interest. "...You brought dinner?"
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Date: 2020-11-25 04:02 am (UTC)If this power returned, what else would come back? Would he hurt people who didn't deserve it? Innocents who had nothing he wanted. If he couldn't control this...
Spotting Matthew, his eyes are unabashedly hopeful for several seconds and there's an almost smile at his lips.
"Thank you for meeting me. I needed someone else here. To see what I see. And..." He hesitates, but whatever he's about to say next is lost. His head tilts and he observes the Thai food with interest. "...You brought dinner?"