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Who: Hallelujah and Sylar
When: Sometime after their emo!Sylar convo
Where: Sylar's house
Rating: PG probably? idk?
Warnings: None at the moment
Summary: Sylar is a delicate flower crying a river of tears. Hallelujah goes over to laugh at him.

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All the other times he'd been in Purg, Sylar had had a set group of people that he felt something towards-- romance, friendship, some unidentifiable inbetween-- that kept him in check. Kept him relatively normal. But for the last few months, he slowly lost all of the connections he built up, and he didn't know how to process it. His mental coherency crashed around him, and he took to hiding in his house and not coming out. If he was going to die alone, he might as well fill out the prophecy in Purgatory.

But his post to the network had given him a little bit of hope-- mostly through Ed-- so his spirits were slightly up, compared to how they'd been for the last couple weeks.

All the same, when he heard someone knock on the door, he jumped. It was almost a noise he was unfamiliar with. He walked over to the door and opened it, head tilting curiously at Hallelujah. Sylar had dark circles under his eyes, needed a good shave, and probably smelled kind of gross.

"... You brought pie." That was almost all he could process.

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"No really," he responded with a raise of his eyebrow. "I'm so glad that your senses haven't gone along with your sense. By the way, you look like absolute shit."

The supersoldier walked into the house, cringing a little at how...unlivable it seemed at the moment. It seemed more as if a tomb than a home, which wasn't unsurprising considering the state of the man who lived there. Hallelujah placed the pie on the nearest table, flopping himself down onto a chair next to it.

"To be honest, I was surprised that I didn't get hit with a tidal wave of your tears when you opened the door."

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Sylar didn't respond to Halle's criticisms, because he honestly... didn't know how to. He realized on some level that that was a retarded thing to say and that he looked like absolute shit, so it wasn't like he could... object or be offended. Instead, he just followed after the other man and sat down in an adjacent chair. Reaching over, he picked the pie up off the table, and stared down at it like it was the most heartwarming and beautiful thing in the world.

"I haven't been crying." He muttered, barely even an objection.

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He laughed, leaning back in his chair as he looked at the other man carefully. Yes, he had been crying. Too obvious. Half of him was amused, half of him was...almost weirded out. It was the feeling he got when he saw things that weren't quite the way they were 'supposed' to be, so to speak.

After all, he rarely saw people in this state. Men, anyway. That weren't Allelujah. And Lockon. Actually, they didn't count as men. And at this point, Sylar barely counted as one either.

"Of course you haven't," he responded with a handwave.