volume 2

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter is, as he's want to do from time to time, standing outside in the pouring rain on some city street. This is a pretty common occurrence in his life, truth be told, which is why he's yet to go anywhere. At least the world isn't falling down around him while it rains, which is a definite improvement to many of the moments in his life.

Oh, he's definitely about to start walking, considering it's... raining, just give him a few more seconds.

Until then, he's just going to stand and start looking only mostly drenched, head tipped down to at least keep the water out of his eyes. And anyway, he's got his coat on, so what more could he possibly need? Peter doesn't really do umbrella's. ]

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[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

While you're here, you can stay with me. If you want. It's the best I can do.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

But it's not real.

[That's Sylar. Debbie Downer.]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Debbie Downer though he may be... he's right. ]

I know it's not.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

... But it still means something to me, you know. That you say that. That you're offering it. [dry chuckle] Reality's always been a bit optional around us.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure this is even further outside of the realm of reality than usual. [ But he sighs. ] I'd offer more if I could.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

I still appreciate it. [He ~takes Peter's hand~ so they can... hold hands while standing around getting drenched in the rain.] It's more than nothing. Which is what I have, frankly. Nothing.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

You don't have nothing, Sylar. [ Look, the warm and fuzzies he got from Sylar holding his hand is enough... to make the sun shine through the rain. ]

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Yeah? How do you know that? [Sylar would care more about the sunshine if he weren't in the middle of his ~emotional whirlwind~.]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

I don't know. [ He sighs and uses his other hand to get.. rain out of his eyes. He sort of thinks Sylar is just being overly dramatic. Like, y'know, usual. ] Because you have this?

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

[He is, man. Every day in Sylar's life is the most dramatic day ever. But he might actually shut up now ... maybe.] Yeah. I guess you're right. That's something. This is something. ... It makes me wonder.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Yeaaaaaah, sure he will. But Peter actually has questions now, so don't shut up just yet, Sylar. ] About what?

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Whether or not we dream when we're dead. Well. Temporarily dead. If left alone long enough, there would still be something left. Flickering synapses. It doesn't seem fair that everyone else gets to see heaven. Regens deserve something. I deserve something.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

You're not actually thinking about killing yourself, are you?

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

... No? I was just thinking.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Okay. That's just what it sounded like, sorry.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

I was going off on a tangent, anyway. ... It's not raining as much.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Like that's anything new. [ He stops staring so intently at Sylar and looks around. ] Yeah, you're right.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Do you still plan on standing around here?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Seems like a waste of time if it's going to keep raining....

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

So let's go somewhere. I can't make all these decisions for you.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Where do you want to go? [ And with that, he... started to walk. Intentionally ~brushing~ Sylar's shoulder with his own as he walked past, but moving slow enough that it was obvious he wanted Sylar to follow. ]

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

[Pfft. Like it takes that much encouragement to get Sylar to follow him.]

Wherever you want to go. [He gives him a look like "really?" You can't trick him into making decisions for you, okay. ... Sometimes.]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Look, he wasn't trying to trick Sylar into coming up with something. He just... doesn't want to think of somewhere to go. ]

Think i'll pass on the comic convention this time. [ He's almost tempted to just start walking back home. Dreams where he doesn't have to do shit are nice sometimes, okay. ]

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

[Sure, Peter. Sureeee.]

And what a relief that is. Dunno if I could handle all that pandemonium again.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

It wasn't pandemonium. It was organized chaos.