"Didn't your mother teach you any common sense?" Sylar asks derisively when Luke gets in the car, plastic fork sticking out of his mouth. Snapping on his seatbelt and opening up the to-go box with a slice of chocolate pie in it, Luke looks over at Sylar, honestly confused.
"What?"
"Running with a fork in your mouth? If you trip, that'll go right into the back of your throat." Luke blinks, taken aback by the serial killer's warning.
"You never ran with scissors either, did you," he says, and Sylar scowls.
"Only idiots do that."
"Do black cats freak you out? How about walking under ladders?"
"I'm cautious, not superstitious." Frowning into the rear-view mirror, Sylar hits cruising speed and focuses a glare on Luke. "At least you have the sense to wear a seatbelt."
"What are you so worried about? You're invincible, and since when do you care what happens to me?" Luke sticks a bite of pie in his mouth with the sort of disdain only a teenager can manage, and he doesn't see Sylar's gaze soften slightly.
"As long as I'm dragging you along with me, I care," Sylar says gruffly. Luke smiles slightly and licks the chocolate off his lips.
"I bet you believed your mom when she told you you'd get hairy palms if you--"
"I can stop caring if I kick you out of the moving vehicle."
"Okay, okay! Jeez." When Luke ducks his head, though, his smile is wider than Sylar's ever seen it.
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All Fun And Games (Heroes, Sylar/Luke)
Date: 2009-03-24 03:45 pm (UTC)"What?"
"Running with a fork in your mouth? If you trip, that'll go right into the back of your throat." Luke blinks, taken aback by the serial killer's warning.
"You never ran with scissors either, did you," he says, and Sylar scowls.
"Only idiots do that."
"Do black cats freak you out? How about walking under ladders?"
"I'm cautious, not superstitious." Frowning into the rear-view mirror, Sylar hits cruising speed and focuses a glare on Luke. "At least you have the sense to wear a seatbelt."
"What are you so worried about? You're invincible, and since when do you care what happens to me?" Luke sticks a bite of pie in his mouth with the sort of disdain only a teenager can manage, and he doesn't see Sylar's gaze soften slightly.
"As long as I'm dragging you along with me, I care," Sylar says gruffly. Luke smiles slightly and licks the chocolate off his lips.
"I bet you believed your mom when she told you you'd get hairy palms if you--"
"I can stop caring if I kick you out of the moving vehicle."
"Okay, okay! Jeez." When Luke ducks his head, though, his smile is wider than Sylar's ever seen it.