Lydia looked up at him when he came in, and his emotions battened into hers, and she almost whimpered, but held the sound in, biting down on her lip. When he sat, she gave in to the tiny need for some comfort from the storm, and leaned into him a little. He was safe, he was...a week ago, he'd been the one she'd trusted to end it all, and he had, but he'd suffered along the way, along with everyone else, and she didn't know how to make up for that.
That he was offering her a key to his home, that he wanted her there, after all of that...so much that he was willing to take Peter as well, and not just for Sylar...sort of stunned her. She took the key, looking at him a little blankly, not understanding how any of them could want her around after all of this, but she nodded.
"I'll bring him, once he's able to travel..." She didn't know when that would be, hadn't heard him stirring, didn't know if he'd ever recover, though if Peter had, surely Sylar would too? Her eyes slid away, down to the key, fingers tracing the ancient metal. "I'm sorry."
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Date: 2010-11-14 05:59 pm (UTC)That he was offering her a key to his home, that he wanted her there, after all of that...so much that he was willing to take Peter as well, and not just for Sylar...sort of stunned her. She took the key, looking at him a little blankly, not understanding how any of them could want her around after all of this, but she nodded.
"I'll bring him, once he's able to travel..." She didn't know when that would be, hadn't heard him stirring, didn't know if he'd ever recover, though if Peter had, surely Sylar would too? Her eyes slid away, down to the key, fingers tracing the ancient metal. "I'm sorry."