taxonomites | V [VISUAL/LOCATION: OSTEN/SHELLEY LINE] NO ON REMAINS QUITE WHAT HE WAS WHEN HE RECOGNIZES HIMSELF

There was little that could be said about Gabriel's day so far. He'd woken up, gotten dressed, gotten something to eat, and then made his way out of the Sanctuary For All in order to head back to his shop and clean up the few loose ends that had been left dangling while he'd been making sure that Peter didn't end up killing himself from over activity the last few days. With the other man all patched up, there was no reason that he had to stick around constantly now. But he was only intending on popping out for an hour or so as it was.

He wasn't sure what had happened mid-way through the stream of his plan. He'd been perfectly content when he'd sat down on the trolley from Osten to Shelley, but by the time that he had arrived at his destination, Gabriel's entire attitude had shifted. The meekness had seeped out of his character. He'd reached up and removed the glasses that had been perched on the end of his nose with so much force that he nearly snapped them in two. And as he fished his tablet out of his pocket, electricity crackled on his hands, provoked by the sheer intensity of his anger.

As he flipped on the visual function of the tablet, Sylar's rage was more than clear on his facial features as he demanded in a voice that was very much not the timid Gabriel Gray that he had been for the past few weeks, "I want to talk to whoever's in charge of this place and its sick little jokes. Now."

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Something of a bitter laugh, very odd for Helen, came out in reply. "The popular opinion seems to be that they would rather not do such things." A pause even if she didn't look down at the screen. "It was rather odd to see you with your glasses on."

After all, Helen had seen him at his breaking point before. Seeing him meek, but happy, was not something new to her. Though it was rather surprising to hear from the few in her Sanctuary about it. A small smile tugged at her face as she finally looked back down at the tablet.

"I suppose this means you won't be backing up your room and moving to your shop."

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"I have absolutely no intentions of moving all of my things back to the shop, no," Sylar said, a slight sheepishness in his voice as he offered her a light smile that mirrored hers. He was hardly comfortable in the shop like this, not with all of the ideas and memories that came along with it. Right now, he was more than happy to stay where he was wanted, where he actually felt needed.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily," He said with a bit of teasing. "Was it really that odd?" He asked after a moment. Of everyone, Helen would probably have been the least thrown off by it. He did behave with her how he tended to with everyone when he was like that.

"Considering you don't wear them when you clearly need them? A little." Her eyebrows perked up just slightly to return the teasing voice. Though it still had a lack of it's usual quirk to it.

She took her gaze from the tablet back over the scenery of Osten, looking at the large mountain in the distance that was behind the Sanctuary. Helen didn't recall a mountain there the last time she looked when she arrived, but the scenery was ever changing here. Just as the rest of the world seemed to change around her.

"I'd hardly want to get rid of you, Gabriel," She admitted in a soft voice. "Not when you need a place to live. And certainly not given the circumstances now."

Helen found it rather odd she had attached onto certain people within the city in the short time she had been there. But, it was hardly different from home. She was very attached to Henry, Bigfoot, Ashley and Will. They were the ones that were constantly around her and she worked with. Now that Ashley was here it was something like home. Except the strain on their relationship hadn't gone away.

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