[ 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.
[ It's the right thing to say, even if Pablo was the one to call; though he will accept them politely, Pablo's instinctively deflective or doubtful of compliments and flattery, whereas that sort of seemingly simple sentiment always has the power to sway him in an instant.
Gabriel wanted to talk to someone-- to him. Pablo, who would probably be happy to listen for hours. That is what he's saying, isn't it?
Pablo's quiet for a few seconds, his brain feeling like it's more full of static than thoughts. Then: ]
Oh-- yeah, of course. I mean, if I'm inviting you, it seems only right that I pay for it.
[ Does that make it a date...? He doesn't know the rules. ]
We can talk about whatever you want. Did, um-- did anything happen?
[ His tone gives those words a light treatment. Lighter than murder deserves. Lighter than even maybe what could be perceived and counted as a break up deserves.
[ Pablo nods, however unseen the motion goes; he doesn't necessarily know what he should expect or infer from that, but he won't think about it too hard. "Something" covers a lot of ground. ]
Well-- [ There's a pause, but only a brief one. ] Whatever it might've been, I'm definitely happy to listen. And, uh... whatever else you need, obviously.
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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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Gabriel wanted to talk to someone-- to him. Pablo, who would probably be happy to listen for hours. That is what he's saying, isn't it?
Pablo's quiet for a few seconds, his brain feeling like it's more full of static than thoughts. Then: ]
Oh-- yeah, of course. I mean, if I'm inviting you, it seems only right that I pay for it.
[ Does that make it a date...? He doesn't know the rules. ]
We can talk about whatever you want. Did, um-- did anything happen?
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[ His tone gives those words a light treatment. Lighter than murder deserves. Lighter than even maybe what could be perceived and counted as a break up deserves.
Just a thing that happened. ]
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Well-- [ There's a pause, but only a brief one. ] Whatever it might've been, I'm definitely happy to listen. And, uh... whatever else you need, obviously.