[Private to Sylar]

We need to talk.

[Private separately to Dick and Cissie]

I'm going home for a while. I shouldn't be long.

[Public, posted after the talking to the above]

[It sounds rehearsed, and maybe it is. Carefully picked out words that convey what he's doing and not why.]

I'm heading home later today. I'll be back soon. If there are any requests from Gotham, let me know.

I think our ages have been inverted. A thirty-one-year-old becomes thirteen, a twenty-nine-year-old becomes ninety-two. Seems more likely than arbitrary aging and deaging.

[The video clicks on, an Tim is rocking that widow's peak at a very old 91. He looks like he could use a nap, but can't take one.]

Sylar, I hope you're not affected. You should still be in your twenties, at least.

You know, I never expected to live this long. [It's thoughtful, and he mostly didn't intend to say it out loud.]

[Private to Dick]

Sound off.

[Private to Cissie]

I'm wondering if this is a good time to have it out. Since we might break a hip if we get too worked up.

Right. I'll be in zero for the next week, if anyone needs me.

[Private to Dick]

Can you come grab my Item?

[Private to the Seventh Doctor]

[After seeing the Doctor's post.] ...Everything okay?

[Private to Cissie]

I just wanted to-- [Aaand that's when he realizes something's up. :c The rest is added once he finds out what's up.] And you're asleep. Which makes this easier and a lot more cowardly, I guess. I should just wait, but I need to get this out, even if I'm talking to myself. I'm talking to myself, great.

I'm sorry. I know a said - did a lot of tings last week that I never should have. You're not messed up. I didn't mean to even remotely imply that, and - I should have just written something.

I don't think I could ever think that of you, Cissie. You're the better person between us. I don't think I could have done what you did, back in Young Justice. I didn't do what you did.

I'll - just say this again when you're awake. Talking to yourself is the first sign, isn-- [Ahahaha he feels like a tool, so. Cutting himself off.]

[Private to Martha]

Hey. I was kind of a jerk to you - not kind of, I was a jerk. And that on top of not talking for a while. I'm really sorry, Martha. I shouldn't have been talking it out on you; you were just trying to help.

...Next week, want to watch a movie? Two AM or otherwise. I feel like it's been a while.

[Private to Stephanie]

[AAHAHAHAH AWKWARD. SO AWKWARD. But Tim is trying really hard to get this out without dealing with the mistletoe kiss on the way back tot he barge.]

I, uh. I'm sorry for blowing you off, last week. I meant to come back to my room when I left, I just.

...I'm sorry. For being a jerk.

[Santa :|]

( Private letter to Santa for Shego, Cissie, Martha, the Seventh Doctor, Steph, Dick, Nygma, Molly, Iroh, Vince, Slade, Sylar, Tom, and Kirk. Damn barge. :| )

((OOC: So as they came aboard, Tim and Steph got caught under some mistletoe. Shego saw. :c sob.))