Mohinder was forced backwards by the opening of the door, though his shock would have done it anyway. He backed away rapidly, trying to keep Sylar at arm's length. Or more, for preference. The further, the better; every time Sylar came in close like that Mohinder thought his lungs had stopped working.
He cursed himself silently. He knew he should have learnt to put wards on the door. It had been a foolish mistake not to, and now look where he was.
He knew it was futile to try to get the upper hand back -- he'd hardly ever had it to begin with -- but he felt like he needed to try to get some ground back. He glared at Sylar, heart hammering against his ribcage. "And I'd just been about to invite you in," he sniped, stalling for time, moving back towards his bed.
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Date: 2007-09-28 01:21 am (UTC)He cursed himself silently. He knew he should have learnt to put wards on the door. It had been a foolish mistake not to, and now look where he was.
He knew it was futile to try to get the upper hand back -- he'd hardly ever had it to begin with -- but he felt like he needed to try to get some ground back. He glared at Sylar, heart hammering against his ribcage. "And I'd just been about to invite you in," he sniped, stalling for time, moving back towards his bed.