Sylar winks back with a grin. They've got an agreement.
Esposito, meanwhile, is pulling himself back from near unconsciousness. The mallet hit was a doozy, and he gives Harley an ugly frown as he looks at the stuffed toy in disbelief.
But it's not something he really wants to push. He doesn't have loyalty to this organization beyond what they're paying him, and he can't spend it if he's dead.
His eyes dart to who he thinks is Claire, and then to the guards that aren't coming down the hall to save him for some reason, and then he looks back up at Harley. "Can I just stay out of your way?" he asks, keeping his voice down. His hands weakly come up into a 'surrender' position. "You seem to have this settled already. I'll just pretend to be knocked out, all right?"
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17/4/22 23:27 (UTC)Esposito, meanwhile, is pulling himself back from near unconsciousness. The mallet hit was a doozy, and he gives Harley an ugly frown as he looks at the stuffed toy in disbelief.
But it's not something he really wants to push. He doesn't have loyalty to this organization beyond what they're paying him, and he can't spend it if he's dead.
His eyes dart to who he thinks is Claire, and then to the guards that aren't coming down the hall to save him for some reason, and then he looks back up at Harley. "Can I just stay out of your way?" he asks, keeping his voice down. His hands weakly come up into a 'surrender' position. "You seem to have this settled already. I'll just pretend to be knocked out, all right?"