The sidestep to his question doesn't go unnoticed; his gaze, as unwavering and unblinking as hers, darkens for a moment.
There's no indication of it when he speaks.
"Sylar." Tipping his head an inch in the other direction, he adds, "And yours?"
(To think that any name she'd give would be her true name, with what he saw. In asking, there is no true fear, but there is a small uptick of apprehension that is quickly noticed and just as swiftly extinguished.)
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Date: 2007-12-04 06:45 am (UTC)There's no indication of it when he speaks.
"Sylar." Tipping his head an inch in the other direction, he adds, "And yours?"
(To think that any name she'd give would be her true name, with what he saw. In asking, there is no true fear, but there is a small uptick of apprehension that is quickly noticed and just as swiftly extinguished.)