It's the concern, as much as the words, that pulls him up short. Chest heaving as he tries to reign in the ache, Sylar balls his hands again and stares, uncomprehending.
"What?"
The light flickers, its constant buzz stuttering into a tick-tick-tick-tick. He doesn't notice.
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It's the concern, as much as the words, that pulls him up short. Chest heaving as he tries to reign in the ache, Sylar balls his hands again and stares, uncomprehending.
"What?"
The light flickers, its constant buzz stuttering into a tick-tick-tick-tick. He doesn't notice.