"Well, now you can, my dear." He shifted a bit closer to her, fingers brushing over her arm lightly, reassuringly. "And even if he hadn't been able to try and fight, there would still be hope. Him trying to regain control helps us, yes, but it neither makes nor breaks the situation. It would have admittedly made an unpleasant situation far more so for the lot of us -- particularly for my boy -- but it wouldn't have made it impossible."
He slid his fingers back down to hers, taking her hand again, and moved towards the Gasthaus again. And while he didn't pause at the mention of tea, he did arch his eyebrows. "Tea?" She'd mentioned giving some to Peter so he couldn't be compelled, but ... he did the math, and frowned. She planned on drugging Sylar. It made sense, he supposed, and it was possibly the only way to keep him from running or killing them both now that the game was over, but he still couldn't honestly admit to being happy. "Mm, I see. I suppose, at least, that will make things easier for us."
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Date: 2010-11-13 06:44 pm (UTC)He slid his fingers back down to hers, taking her hand again, and moved towards the Gasthaus again. And while he didn't pause at the mention of tea, he did arch his eyebrows. "Tea?" She'd mentioned giving some to Peter so he couldn't be compelled, but ... he did the math, and frowned. She planned on drugging Sylar. It made sense, he supposed, and it was possibly the only way to keep him from running or killing them both now that the game was over, but he still couldn't honestly admit to being happy. "Mm, I see. I suppose, at least, that will make things easier for us."