ichoosefight | 35 - Audio, Text - I'm too tired to use filters.

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35 - Audio, Text - I'm too tired to use filters.

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I'm back. That means crisis averted, right? Or at least ended. Whatever. [ A groan. She sounds beat all to hell and exhausted. ]

Feel like I was hit by a bus... that tried to dissect me.

[ Steph fumbles tiredly with the communicator a little, finally getting it set on Video so you can see the infirmary and confirm that yes, she looks tired, but relatively healthy. She doesn't have that "I haven't slept in days" look that death-tollers have. She gives the camera a sleepy little smile before turning serious. ]

Hey, uh, has anybody seen my backpack? It's... sort of dark green, pretty average looking? I had it when I... whatever I did. Got hit by a metaphysical bus. Anyway, it didn't make it to the infirmary with me. Do we have a lost and found here? We should start a lost and found.

[ Private to Tim and Dick, added a little later ]

[ She dun goofed. But Tim asked her to let him know, and Dick should probably know too. So. Somebody looks tired and upset with herself! ]

In the future, if you can at all help it, don't let me use this thing until I've had coffee.

[ooc | Forward-dated to tomorrow because my memo-machine is broken ]

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[ She may be pouting a little. Dick was there when she was upset. ]

How long am I stuck here?

[Sylar had entered the infirmary some time before he finally makes his way over toward Stephanie's bed, having been sidetracked by Cissie. When the girl leaves crying down the hall towards her room, he finally starts looking for his warden and friend.

The inmate spots them from a small distance and pauses there, not wanting to interrupt. He knows Tim will notice him and wants his warden to either come speak to him or to invite him over, to show Tim that he's trying again.]

Until the doctors say otherwise. [He caught sight of Sylar quickly, and nodded toward the other man. He turned his head just slightly toward Steph again, keeping his inmate in sight.] You mind if I ask him over?

Yeah. I... sort of invited him.

[Sylar stood there waiting, knowing Tim had seen them and seeing the two make a small exchange. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, but then they released again and he called no abilities forth. He just watched and waited.]

[Well then. Tim just stared at Steph for a moment, before looking back up at Sylar. He eyed his inmate's hands, for just a moment, and if he was pleased - and he was - it didn't show on his face for more than a moment. but he nodded his head a little, gesturing Sylar over.]

[ Steph gives Sylar and awkward little smile. She still isn't sure if she trusts him, but at least he understands that she needs to get out of here, and she trusts him one hell of a lot more than she trusts Roman. Then she turns back to Tim to give him a small shrug, adding quietly, ]

It's complicated.

[Sylar remained where he was for a moment longer before moving forward to join the two of them. He wondered if Stephanie had talked to Tim about wanting to leave or if he was meant to be breaking her out of there entirely. It certainly didn't bode well to act against his warden's wishes, but he hoped Tim would understand.]

"Hey." [He said softly to Stephanie, coming to stand on the opposite side of her bed from Tim.]

No kidding. [Tim watched him approach, then glanced between the two of them. He resisted the urge to cross his arms, but he couldn't keep the look off his face. The one that asked if he'd missed something.]

[ She pointedly ignores that look, turning instead to Sylar. ]

I did what I could. Now it's your turn.

"I didn't plan on telling him." [Sylar muttered quietly, though he was sure Tim would still hear. The guy had good ears and a lot of paranoia, after all. When the killed looked up to his warden, his expression recognized Tim's and shifted to one of confusion. Wasn't that what Tim had wanted, for him to get along with people?]

[Tim stiffened as they spoke, eyes darting between them, suspicion rising. What the hell were they talking about?]

What's going on?

I told you he was coming. If you were planning on smuggling me out before he got here you should have run.

"I was planning on after." [He replied and couldn't help a small smile. A glance at Tim's expression wiped away his amusement and he stared at his warden for a beat before finally addressing him.] "She wants to leave. I told her to come stay with me. I can take care of her until she's better."

[His face set into a hard line as he looked between them, shaking his head.] No. No way. You're staying here - she's staying here, [he said, first to Steph, then to Sylar.]

Since when have you ever been able to keep me somewhere I don't want to be?

[Sylar didn't like the look on Tim's face, so he simply stood there and remained silent. If Stephanie wanted to argue it, that was her choice. The killer didn't intend to piss off his warden, even if it meant losing some of her favor. Not for this. He had intended to ask for forgiveness; Sylar didn't ask permission.]

You're hurt. Do you really want to make it worse?

[He could feel the hypocrisy descend on him as he spoke, but that didn't stop him from pointing it out anyway.]

Yes! Okay? Maybe I do want to make it worse.

[ She covers her face with her hands for a moment, running them across her eyes and massaging her temples before looking at Tim again with pleading eyes. ]

Please, Tim. I... I'm scared. Please.

[Sylar just looked sideways and stayed silent, letting the two of them sort it out.]

[Damn it. He glanced at Sylar, clenching his jaw.] Fine. Just - all right. I'll help.

[Maybe he could keep her from popping her stitches.]

[ She scratches under her eye, like maybe she was about to start crying. But hey, it worked. So she smiles just a little. ]

Thank you.

[Well that was.. unexpected. Sylar looked up at Tim with a quirk of the eyebrow. Maybe little Timmy still had feelings for Stephanie after all. He exchanged a short glance with his warden, then looked down to Stephanie again.] "Can you get up?"

[He'd always have feelings for her, but he wasn't going to admit that. And he'd much rather keep them buried. Tim raked a hand through his hair and stood, still frowning. She shouldn't stand, but they didn't have much choice.]

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