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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[devoutish]

I'm surprised you put up with each other, but John and I do the same, don't we.

[Though he's pretty sure that by this point, Sylar and Al are closer than he and Watson are.]

[termineur]

[ He chuckles. ]

I was surprised too, but- it's not the same as you and John. I generally just let him have his way as far as the morals go. He's been right too many times for me to argue.

[devoutish]

John and I argue less than we used to.

[termineur]

What, so it's just a constant low grumbling between you two now?

[devoutish]

Something like that, yeah. A bit of angry glaring from time to time.

[termineur]

Weird how that can happen here. I'd never wish this place on my worst enemy- well, okay, maybe on my worst enemy- [ But that's really not the point. ] And yet we've all found friends here, just about. People we wouldn't have even imagined.

[ Including the person he's trying to distract both of them from, he realizes rather too late. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie exhales, and just that sound alone manages to sound pained.]

[termineur]

[ He sighs, the sort of sigh that usually accompanies a wince. Or a headache. ]

Right. Well- messed that up, didn't I? Guess it's inevitable, if I keep jumping topics like this.

Anyway. We're gonna come find you if you don't hear anything after a few days. Everything's awful right now, but it's even worse being alone.

[devoutish]

You don't need to find me.

[There's no fire in his voice, though.]

Too many people.

[termineur]

Alfie.

I'll come alone. Okay?

[ Please understand what it means for him to offer this. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie pauses, genuinely surprised by that offer.]

Why would you?

[termineur]

[ His response is immediate but quiet. ]

Because I know how it is to be alone in this town. I don't want you to have to deal with that.

[devoutish]

That's surprisingly kind of you, mate.

[termineur]

It's not kind.

[ Just to make that clear. ]

There are a very small number of people I look out for. You just happen to be one of them.

[devoutish]

Yeah, and you're showing me kindness.

[termineur]

If you say so.

[ He clearly doesn't believe it. Losing Royce was a huge blow- he feels desperate to keep from losing anyone else he wants around. ]

[devoutish]

Mm.

We'll see how things are in a few days, yeah?

[termineur]

Yeah.

Sounds like it's about time for me to get off the tablet. But you call me anytime, okay? Even if all you want is to hear someone else talk. I'm good for that, at least.

[devoutish]

[Alfie just grunts, and falls silent.]

[termineur]

[ ...ah. Maybe he read that wrong? ]

I can stay on? Or just leave the line open. You can hear me rooting around. You're inside too, right? We didn't travel today, I can't imagine you did.

[devoutish]

No.

[He's still with Royce's body, even. Very charming.]

I'm not gonna be very good company tonight.

[termineur]

Of course you won't. I can't imagine anyone would be, in your situation. And I'm probably not the best company there is, either, but I'll be here. 's not like I sleep, anyway.

[devoutish]

You should, mate. You need your whits about you.

[termineur]

Yeah, I know.

[ His voice sounds a little weary, but fond. He's heard this a few dozen times already from a suit of armor that will go unnamed. ]

Tell that to the mania, huh? I do try every night. But it doesn't always happen. So thanks, but don't worry about it.

[devoutish]

Mm.

["Don't worry about it" does exactly nothing, but Sylar is lucky - he doesn't really have it in him to worry too much.]

Royce had that for a bit. Mania.