[33] Reach down your hand in your pocket, pull out some hope for me

[notarrowette]

[Private to Tim]

...We should talk.

[Private to Molly]

Hey. I'm coming to see you.

[Private to Sylar]

I'm here and okay. You? I survived the week, and I'm going to Molly's for a while.

[Cissie has no idea about Tim's coma, she just decided that she's not in the right emotional state to be having a serious conversation right now, so

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[private]

[goodgrasshopper]

Okay. The door's unlocked.

[SPAM. Because that's how I roll.]

[notarrowette]

[And so Cissie goes straight to your room, Molly. She knocks to be polite, but goes in without waiting for an answer. She crosses the room and makes Mouse move enough to sit on the bed with them.] Hey. I was going to ask if you're okay, but... Stupid question.

[SPAMalot]

[goodgrasshopper]

[Molly pulls back the blankets.] I'm not getting up. I'm staying in bed forever. Take off your shoes and get in.

[SPAMalot]

[notarrowette]

[Cissie kicks off her shoes and climbs in under the covers, giving Molly a hug.] I don't blame you. Do you want to talk about it? Or rant and rave or something?

Private

[gray_atonement]

I'm fine.

Why Molly's?

Private

[notarrowette]

Murphy left today. And Gabriel, but Murphy's from Molly's world. I'm probably spending the night.

Private

[gray_atonement]

Fine.

Are you still angry with me?

Private

[notarrowette]

Right now, tonight, I'm angry with everybody. And nobody. I don't even know how I'm feeling. Except tired.

...You're still here and you're talking to me and not leaving or passing out, so no. I'm not angry with you.