[ 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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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.