Writers: Understanding
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spongetastic"We keep each other's secrets, you and I. Where that leads or not, it doesn't matter.”
It was the most natural thing in the world. After living with each other for five years, it only made sense for them to stay together. It wasn’t something that they discussed; the arrangement was simply understood. Like so many things between the two men.
Peter’s apartment was sadly lacking in furniture so it was there the two men decided to settle. It turned out Sylar didn’t have much by the way of possessions, either.
The apartment looked exactly as it did in their place, but it was completely different. Sirens wailed outside at all hours, and at night the streets were lit up. Peter had a television and a radio, but neither device was turned on. The two men lived in silence for so long with only each other’s voices that anything else felt like an invasion.
“Back to the real world,” Peter sighed.
“Yeah,” Sylar agreed. After a moment of silence, he added: “It’s almost another world.” Peter nodded his head in agreement. That was something else they kept from their trapped years: knowing what the other was thinking, and the unashamed way of speaking their minds.
Peter tried to get back to life as it was before the Wall. He went back to work but something felt wrong. If he went off by himself in their place he was still keenly aware of Sylar’s presence. But out in the real world he didn’t feel that. Even with millions of people surrounding him, Peter felt alone.
The only time Peter didn’t feel that was with Sylar. He came home from work and saw Sylar in the apartment, and a smile brightened his features. Peter made them dinner and the two men sat together talking. Somehow the five years didn’t exhaust their subject options. They could safely talk to each other about anything.
“Strange how things work out,” Peter mentioned thoughtfully. “I used to hate you so much. But now… I think you’re the only person I really trust.” He tilted his head up to meet with Sylar’s eyes. The other man gave him a smile, a sight Peter was sure he was one of the few who got to experience.
“Thank you, Peter,” Sylar said quietly. He reached out and brushed Peter’s hair out of his face. “I feel the same about you.” There was something more, something neither of them were saying out loud. But they both understood.
It was the most natural thing in the world. After living with each other for five years, it only made sense for them to stay together. It wasn’t something that they discussed; the arrangement was simply understood. Like so many things between the two men.
Peter’s apartment was sadly lacking in furniture so it was there the two men decided to settle. It turned out Sylar didn’t have much by the way of possessions, either.
The apartment looked exactly as it did in their place, but it was completely different. Sirens wailed outside at all hours, and at night the streets were lit up. Peter had a television and a radio, but neither device was turned on. The two men lived in silence for so long with only each other’s voices that anything else felt like an invasion.
“Back to the real world,” Peter sighed.
“Yeah,” Sylar agreed. After a moment of silence, he added: “It’s almost another world.” Peter nodded his head in agreement. That was something else they kept from their trapped years: knowing what the other was thinking, and the unashamed way of speaking their minds.
Peter tried to get back to life as it was before the Wall. He went back to work but something felt wrong. If he went off by himself in their place he was still keenly aware of Sylar’s presence. But out in the real world he didn’t feel that. Even with millions of people surrounding him, Peter felt alone.
The only time Peter didn’t feel that was with Sylar. He came home from work and saw Sylar in the apartment, and a smile brightened his features. Peter made them dinner and the two men sat together talking. Somehow the five years didn’t exhaust their subject options. They could safely talk to each other about anything.
“Strange how things work out,” Peter mentioned thoughtfully. “I used to hate you so much. But now… I think you’re the only person I really trust.” He tilted his head up to meet with Sylar’s eyes. The other man gave him a smile, a sight Peter was sure he was one of the few who got to experience.
“Thank you, Peter,” Sylar said quietly. He reached out and brushed Peter’s hair out of his face. “I feel the same about you.” There was something more, something neither of them were saying out loud. But they both understood.