He finally dozes off, and wakes up to find Elle's arm wrapped around his chest. He throws her arm off of himself and sits up.
"What're you doing?" she hisses, sitting up.
He ignores her and walks to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Elle gets up and throws on a grubby sweatshirt, knocking some of Sylar's things off the dresser. "Whoops."
Sylar, being able to hear everything walks back out and grits his teeth.
"What did you do?"
He glances at the floor, where his clothes are laying, and then over at Elle, who's getting dressed. He uses telekenisis to lift all of things back onto the dresser, and then pins Elle to the wall.
"Hey! Stop!" she yells. "Let me go! That hurts!"
He raises his eyebrow and tilts his head, pointing at her threateningly. "I know."
"I'm sorry, okay!" She closes her eyes. "It was an accident."
Sylar drops her and walks back into the bathroom, without saying a word. Elle stands up and dusts herself off, and zaps a picture off the wall out of anger.
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