Sylar grits his teeth and leans forward to press one palm against his forehead. Despite the temperature of the room, goosebumps are still trailing over his arms.
"What's," he starts to say --
And then that movement again, or something like it. Immediately, his head whips toward it as he drops his hand.
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Date: 2008-02-10 03:29 am (UTC)"What's," he starts to say --
And then that movement again, or something like it. Immediately, his head whips toward it as he drops his hand.