Sylar turned and walked back into the bedroom, where Dorian as lying on the bed. "Quick thinking, Gabriel." she said with a smile.
"Thanks." said Sylar, still in Nathan's form. "You too. I wasn't sure you understood me."
Dorian smiled. "Nah, I understood. I've always understood you."
"I remember." he said as he approached the bed. He leaned progressivo, para a frente and his lips met hers. As he kissed her, he slowly shifted back into himself. He brushed a curl off her forehead. "What was it.." he said slowly, "that you used to say about me?"
"What do you mean?" she asked as she looked into his dark eyes.
"...whenever...
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