He would've rolled his eyes if he could open them. "Right, I could do just that, without being able to see," he grumped automatically, throwing a glare in what sounded like Mohinder's general direction, judging by the direction from which his voice was coming. If the stupid man hadn't sprayed pepper spray in his eyes...
It was some manner of wit, when Sylar had just spent the last twenty minutes or so noting just how much Mohinder couldn't think of or what have you, and he had to give the guy credence, at least. Somewhere between the cursing him under his breath and swearing to God that he was going to snap Mohinder's damn neck once he could see it again. ...At least he would have if he didn't have to find out about this damn virus thing now. He just made things so difficult, didn't he?
If he had just cooperated, they wouldn't have had this problem now. And Sylar wouldn't have to kill him later, right? He just made everything very frustrating.
Not sitting down was some manner of rebellion, at least, as he listened intently for the sink, for any signs of Mohinder planning something decidedly not relative to Sylar's eyes getting better. Even pepper sprayed, he had enough power to tide him over, to keep the guy more than in line. He blinked his eyes again, through the haze of the mace, squinting up towards the direction of the bathroom as he resisted that urge to rub at his eyes. "Tell me about this virus."
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It was some manner of wit, when Sylar had just spent the last twenty minutes or so noting just how much Mohinder couldn't think of or what have you, and he had to give the guy credence, at least. Somewhere between the cursing him under his breath and swearing to God that he was going to snap Mohinder's damn neck once he could see it again. ...At least he would have if he didn't have to find out about this damn virus thing now. He just made things so difficult, didn't he?
If he had just cooperated, they wouldn't have had this problem now. And Sylar wouldn't have to kill him later, right? He just made everything very frustrating.
Not sitting down was some manner of rebellion, at least, as he listened intently for the sink, for any signs of Mohinder planning something decidedly not relative to Sylar's eyes getting better. Even pepper sprayed, he had enough power to tide him over, to keep the guy more than in line. He blinked his eyes again, through the haze of the mace, squinting up towards the direction of the bathroom as he resisted that urge to rub at his eyes. "Tell me about this virus."