The bed gives a reasonably good vantage point of the loft's studio, but not the smaller back rooms, nor the kitchen.
Kim's footsteps are loud enough in the silence; so is her heartbeat and breathing. Sylar tracks her even as he keeps his gaze fixed on his feet, almost wholly absorbed in the task of keeping the pain at bay.
After a moment, it occurs to him. His eyes flick upward.
Very quietly, the lock on the loft's front door twists and settles into place.
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Date: 2007-09-01 04:41 pm (UTC)Kim's footsteps are loud enough in the silence; so is her heartbeat and breathing. Sylar tracks her even as he keeps his gaze fixed on his feet, almost wholly absorbed in the task of keeping the pain at bay.
After a moment, it occurs to him. His eyes flick upward.
Very quietly, the lock on the loft's front door twists and settles into place.