III [LOCATION: SANCTUARY FOR ALL] - OUT OF MY BUBBLE

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Sleep was a thing that Sylar got precious little off considering the rather constant activity that his mind had to deal with. But the Sanctuary had provided him with a place that both his mind and his body can calm themselves to the point that sleep came easier than it had before even if it was still only a few hours that he was able to grasp out of a very long night. The lack of responsibility, though, coupled with the lack of any pressing matters that needed to be attended to gave him more than enough of an excuse to roll over and attempt to go right back to sleep when the approach of the morning roused him.

And he might have actually managed it if as he rolled over, he hadn't bumped into something that was too solid to be a pillow and too unyielding to be a tangle of blankets. His eyes shot open, blinking dully at the blond head that was laying next to him. All right. There was something...distinctly wrong about this situation. If Dr. Magnus had invited someone else to stay, there were plenty of other rooms that they could have used. And if that wasn't the case...

Someone had a lot of explaining to do.

Grumbling, pushing himself back out of the bed since Sylar was hardly going to lay there any longer now that he apparently had company, he glared at the other man, waiting for some type of response before finally picking up one of the pillows and chucking it at the guy's head.

"Wake up and get out," before I lose my temper and do something we'll both regret.