For the last few weeks, his attention span had been spotty at best, his thoughts wandering away from more than one important conversation and shifting to Lydia and their unborn child. The family had gotten used to it, had even expected it maybe, and they had been patient with him, slipping into silence whenever they noticed his attention drifting and simply waiting for him to snap back to reality before continuing on with whatever it was they'd been talking about without missing a beat. Outsiders were a bit less forgiving initially, but he won them back with a candid smile and an apology, and eventually the conversation continued as if nothing had ever happened.
Regardless of how he managed to reel people back in when his mind wandered, however, it still did in spite of his best efforts, and they'd been drifting in Lydia's direction along with his eyes when he spotted him. He raised his eyebrows, glancing back at the carny who had cornered him to discuss getting new parts for one of the rides, and excused himself apologetically, moving to meet the former killer, half-expecting to have to diffuse one situation or another based solely on the way the other man was moving. To his surprise, he didn't have to wheel around to follow him, to talk him down as he passed. To his surprise, Sylar stopped for him.
Wetting his lips with his tongue, he hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans amicably and offered him a ghost of a smile. "Something the matter?"
"Lydia needs you," was all he said before moving away. It was all that really needed to be said, based on the look on his face and the fact that he went on to pick Sarah out of the swarm of people all going about their morning chores.
His stomach twisted, sudden nerves coiling there, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. It didn't particularly help, but it didn't matter, his feet carrying himself to his and Lydia's trailer of their own accord. He tried again when he reached it, half wishing he'd had time to find the Haitian man from the Company and feed him to Sylar before now, just in case, and breathed out a sigh as he let himself in.
He wasn't at all shocked to see Lydia hovering in the tiny living room, and as he closed the door behind him, he said, "You should be in bed."
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For the last few weeks, his attention span had been spotty at best, his thoughts wandering away from more than one important conversation and shifting to Lydia and their unborn child. The family had gotten used to it, had even expected it maybe, and they had been patient with him, slipping into silence whenever they noticed his attention drifting and simply waiting for him to snap back to reality before continuing on with whatever it was they'd been talking about without missing a beat. Outsiders were a bit less forgiving initially, but he won them back with a candid smile and an apology, and eventually the conversation continued as if nothing had ever happened.
Regardless of how he managed to reel people back in when his mind wandered, however, it still did in spite of his best efforts, and they'd been drifting in Lydia's direction along with his eyes when he spotted him. He raised his eyebrows, glancing back at the carny who had cornered him to discuss getting new parts for one of the rides, and excused himself apologetically, moving to meet the former killer, half-expecting to have to diffuse one situation or another based solely on the way the other man was moving. To his surprise, he didn't have to wheel around to follow him, to talk him down as he passed. To his surprise, Sylar stopped for him.
Wetting his lips with his tongue, he hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans amicably and offered him a ghost of a smile. "Something the matter?"
"Lydia needs you," was all he said before moving away. It was all that really needed to be said, based on the look on his face and the fact that he went on to pick Sarah out of the swarm of people all going about their morning chores.
His stomach twisted, sudden nerves coiling there, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. It didn't particularly help, but it didn't matter, his feet carrying himself to his and Lydia's trailer of their own accord. He tried again when he reached it, half wishing he'd had time to find the Haitian man from the Company and feed him to Sylar before now, just in case, and breathed out a sigh as he let himself in.
He wasn't at all shocked to see Lydia hovering in the tiny living room, and as he closed the door behind him, he said, "You should be in bed."