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[peektuttut]

[Private to Slade]

I need to talk to you.

[Private to Nygma]

So...what exactly were you paranoid about, there?

[Private to Cissie]

[Long pause. Loooong Pause.] We should talk.

Comments

[Private]

[terminates.livejournal.com]

[Oh YAY. :|]

What about?

[Private]

[peektuttut]

[JOYOUS, ISN'T IT?]

In person.

[Private]

[terminates.livejournal.com]

[LIKE A HEART ATTACK.]

Where?

[Private]

[peektuttut]

[THAT'S PRETTy. JOYOUS.]

How about the CES. [He isn't really asking. :|]

[Private]

[terminates.livejournal.com]

[A STROKE?]

See you in ten. [Also not asking. :|]

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

[Cause like hell Tim is answering that. :| He just heads for the CES, waiting by the door, leaning against the wall. Ten minutes can be a while, damn it.]

[Spam]

[terminates.livejournal.com]

[It can be, which is exactly why Slade takes the entire ten minutes to get there. He's been expecting this, but that doesn't mean he has to like it.

He doesn't say a word, just raises an eyebrow expectantly. Well?]

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

[That is a dick move, Slade. :| but Tim waits. Patiently. Mostly. When he spots Slade coming, he opens the door and steps inside, reaching back to hold it open for the inmate. Because he's such a nice guy. And once they've got a forest to walk through, Tim starts walking, expecting Slade to walk with him.]

You talked to him during the flood.

[Spam]

[terminates.livejournal.com]

[That's because he is one, Tim. Obviously. :| He walks in, on edge though he doesn't show it. Still, he's silent, though when the forest crops up, it drains away some of the tension. It's been a while since he's been anywhere remotely like this.

He walks, side by side with Tim, his good eye where he can see him, and he isn't surprised at all by the teen's first comment.]

I did.

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

[No matter where they are, walking side by side with Slade will be weird.]

What did you talk about?

[Spam]

[terminates.livejournal.com]

[SO very weird.]

You.

[Yes, he is very blunt.]

[Private]

[cisskabob]

[Cissie hates her life so much.]

...Yeah, probably.

[HEY TIM, SHE STILL NEEDS TO KNOW ABOUT SYLAR'S AMAZING EAVESDROPPING SKILLS, YOU KNOW.]

Re: [Private]

[peektuttut]

[OH HE KNOWS. WHICH IS WHY HE SAYS:]

Meet me in the mess hall?

Re: [Private]

[cisskabob]

[HE'S A SMART ONE.]

All right. I'll be right there.

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

[INCREDIBLY. And Tim heads right on over to the mess hall, finding an empty table and sitting. He's trying not to jiggle his leg awkwardly.]

[Spam]

[cisskabob]

[Cissie heads to the mess hall as well. This flood has left her feeling completely out-of-sorts and while she knows it's over, she's still feeling the effects. She isn't sure that she wouldn't prefer Tim continue ignoring her to whatever this is. She spots him and takes a deep breath before crossing the room to slide into a seat across from him. She offers a small, slightly shaky smile.] Hey.

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

[He nods when he spots her, even awkwardly waving.] Hey.

[Tim falls silent again, because it's so easy to give into the awkward, but. He decides to just plow in.] We should, uh. Talk about this. [He's very good at plowing.]

[Spam]

[cisskabob]

[Cissie is usually better at this stuff. Talking is usually what she is pressuring people--particularly Tim--to do. But she's not herself these days, and she's not entirely sure what the "this" Tim wants to talk about is. Is it the camp flood? (She doubts it.) Or whatever Sylar might have said to him? That seems more likely and she does not want to talk about that. With Tim or anyone, really.

But she nods and takes a deep breath. She holds it for a moment, unsure what to say, before lamely going with,] Yeah. Probably.

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

[They are off to a fantastic start. Seriously. Tim taps his thumb against his finger, thoughtful for a while. Or just brooding. Yeah, he's brooding.]

Uh, the flood was just - I mean the camp flood - it was just that. Just a flood. Right?

[Spam]

[cisskabob]

[Seriously. This is going well. :| Cissie might be doing some brooding of her own. Or--no might about it. She is brooding. And then he says that, and she really didn't expect it to hit her like this. If it hadn't been for the most recent flood, it might not have, but the weekend only fed her insecurities and left her with a really dented self-esteem. Just a flood feels like code for well, obviously I wouldn't want to kiss you if I were in charge of my thoughts and actions, which... well, it is. And even though she had used that argument herself, it somehow hits harder when Tim says it. Which is stupid. She doesn't even want him to want to kiss her. ...Does she?

Mostly she just feels raw. (Not that she felt so great to begin with...)

She manages to keep herself still, only stiffening slightly, and keeps her head down, eyes on the table between them. Her voice is a little thick, and a little dull, but it doesn't shake.]

Yeah. Right. Of course.

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

[Dear God, does he want to believe that. So he's going to. For the time being. Yeah. :| He hesitates a little longer, rubbing the back of his head.]

Cissie...what's up with you and Sylar?

[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

You first.

[peektuttut]

Well this has been a fun and enlightening conversation.

[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

I am enjoying these indirect refusals.

[peektuttut]

How could you not.