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[He'd call because professionalism, or some horse shit, but the handsome homewrecker made it pretty clear he liked text. Will's kind of guy, wow.]

If you still want to give a guy a job, I'd like one.

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[ 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.

[infomodder]

[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.

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Mazel tov.

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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?

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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?

[infomodder]

[The fact Gabriel was involved and has a certain way with poodles; alas, that's a card better kept close to the chest.]

It's something different. A good different. I could use something different. That's about all, really.