Sylar watched her for a moment thoughtfully, trying to decide whether or not he should explain why he'd spent all morning in the bathroom, then thought better of it. If she'd noticed and she wanted to know, she'd ask and he'd tell her then. If not, well, the subject was awkward enough to try to fit into casual conversation, and despite the fact that he'd actually made some progress, it didn't change anything. She might be less inclined to leave him now that he could at least grow physically old with her, but he'd still lose her in the end.
He frowned a bit at the thought, and turned back to the butter and the knife hurriedly in an effort to keep her from seeing it. When he felt confident enough that he'd managed to keep from looking entirely sour, he picked both up again and relocated them to the table, already preparing an argument on the off chance she'd actually noticed how dark his expression had been for an instant. If she asked, he'd just been trying to decide whether or not they would be better off at the table.
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Date: 2011-04-26 12:31 am (UTC)He frowned a bit at the thought, and turned back to the butter and the knife hurriedly in an effort to keep her from seeing it. When he felt confident enough that he'd managed to keep from looking entirely sour, he picked both up again and relocated them to the table, already preparing an argument on the off chance she'd actually noticed how dark his expression had been for an instant. If she asked, he'd just been trying to decide whether or not they would be better off at the table.