The laugh was what tugged Sylar out of his own thoughts, really, and his eyes went riveting onto Ryder with the kind of needling precision that took talent to pull across. "I'm sorry," he said lightly, briskly, in the kind of voice that wasn't sorry at all. "Is something funny?"
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Date: 2007-08-05 10:10 pm (UTC)