The liquid darkens, seems thicker; the light steadies and it's a clear vivid red again. Sylar tips the cup slightly. It slides over the plastic with no trouble.
He glances up at the other man again, curling his fingers around the brim of the smaller cup, nails scraping the pills.
"I thought forced injections were more your style," he remarks, very level.
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Date: 2008-02-08 04:49 am (UTC)He glances up at the other man again, curling his fingers around the brim of the smaller cup, nails scraping the pills.
"I thought forced injections were more your style," he remarks, very level.