Then, the sound of fabric shifting: Sylar, with the same pained care, is easing himself off of the bed. Standing isn't quite a possibility yet, but his feet are flat against the floor, more weight resting on them than his hands.
He's watching Kim closely.
"You've had experience with that kind of thing." Quiet.
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Then, the sound of fabric shifting: Sylar, with the same pained care, is easing himself off of the bed. Standing isn't quite a possibility yet, but his feet are flat against the floor, more weight resting on them than his hands.
He's watching Kim closely.
"You've had experience with that kind of thing." Quiet.