[ Interpersonal social contact is gross, what can he say.
And perhaps dishearteningly, there is something of a delay by the time Sylar picks up this thread of continuity after a period of recovery, but pick it up he does. ]
My producers will be glad to have you. Were you married here? Or from where you came from.
[It's okay. Will figures he's busy...finding folks to woo or up to criminal mischief. Either way. He's probably doing something Important to him. Or so Will dismisses it as once he considers it's been enough of a delay.]
I am married here and I was married where I came from. So both.
Thank you. [He almost, almost sends that with a question mark instead. It's complicated and could possibly be considering amnesiac bigamy, he isn't proud okay.] Do I need to go through an interview process or should I just show up?
Probably that first one for the sake of ticking boxes, but my money is on they're desperate for imPorts. My recruitment process wasn't what you'd call rigorous. What decided it?
[ Pablo isn't quite sure what prompts him to think of calling Gabriel, let alone actually doing it-- he never does this sort of thing, really, calling people because he'd like to see them. Or calling people, period.
Not that it matters; he's already doing it before he has the change to worry or think about it too much. ]
Hi, um-- Gabriel? This is Pablo.
[ Wait, this might have been a terrible idea. He has no idea what to actually say. ]
[ In turn, Gabriel isn't all that used to getting calls. Not out of an absence of them upon having arrived here -- Sarissa used to, before they
broke up
but more or less an absence of such rituals prior, and the fact that every connection forged is one he considers to be of his own crafting. And then, people improvise. ]
You're not.
[ He's not. There's the sound of wind picking up, somewhere outside. ]
Oh, well... nothing bad. [ He hesitates, but only briefly. ] I was just, um-- I was thinking about you, like, just that it's been a while since we talked the last time, and...
[ This is so strangely difficult, but he perseveres: ]
[ Maybe there's a point where Sylar removes his phone from his ear just to look at it with a touch of incredulity before Gabriel replies; ]
I like coffee.
[ The view is nice up here. Lonely. In truth, he's thought about Pablo too. His paintings, primarily, but also: the value in a sympathetic party, even one as unwitting as the artist currently asking him out for coffee. ]
[ Pablo exhales quietly, perhaps with relief; he is only really aware of his nervousness in between pauses, when he's finished speaking and is waiting for the response, and it hits with a staggering intensity to make up for all the time while manic that he only feels a sort of numb, casual confidence.
But now, only relief -- he's glad he called. For someone who's never asked anyone out on a date before, he could be doing worse. Probably? ]
I, uh-- yeah.
I mean... only if you don't mind, obviously. [ A pause. ] Um, getting it with me.
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though, incidentally, Sarissa is also available at this number.
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she's trapped for all eternity in the land of shitty knock knock jokes
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ten years late, cinnamon rolls of penance
offers pumpkin spice lattes of retribution
A FEAST FOR BROS
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If you still want to give a guy a job, I'd like one.
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And perhaps dishearteningly, there is something of a delay by the time Sylar picks up this thread of continuity after a period of recovery, but pick it up he does. ]
My producers will be glad to have you.
Were you married here? Or from where you came from.
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I am married here and I was married where I came from. So both.
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What decided it?
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Positives: me, I'm great
Negatives: also me
just gonna be my sisters and some mates, probably. Come if you want.
( and then, a second text: )
on the 5th November.
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it's a British holiday, bonfire night? not a big deal here in Australia, but it's an excuse for fireworks
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Should I bring a hotdish?
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thought you might be intimidated by my flawlessness otherwise
I'll remember that for next time, though.
that'd be great, if you want to. I'm not gonna make you, though, I've seen terrible things happen when people are forced to cook against their wills.
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help
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CALL.
Not that it matters; he's already doing it before he has the change to worry or think about it too much. ]
Hi, um-- Gabriel? This is Pablo.
[ Wait, this might have been a terrible idea. He has no idea what to actually say. ]
Sorry, I hope I'm not interrupting anything.
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broke up
but more or less an absence of such rituals prior, and the fact that every connection forged is one he considers to be of his own crafting. And then, people improvise. ]
You're not.
[ He's not. There's the sound of wind picking up, somewhere outside. ]
What's, uh. [ What's wrong? No. ] What's happening?
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[ This is so strangely difficult, but he perseveres: ]
Do you like coffee?
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I like coffee.
[ The view is nice up here. Lonely. In truth, he's thought about Pablo too. His paintings, primarily, but also: the value in a sympathetic party, even one as unwitting as the artist currently asking him out for coffee. ]
You want to get coffee?
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But now, only relief -- he's glad he called. For someone who's never asked anyone out on a date before, he could be doing worse. Probably? ]
I, uh-- yeah.
I mean... only if you don't mind, obviously. [ A pause. ] Um, getting it with me.
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That depends. Are you paying?
[ It's a rhetorical question, more of a yes than a condition, and as if to confirm as such; ]
I was thinking about you too. I've been wanting to talk. To someone.
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