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[Dick still looks, as Costigan so eloquently put it, pretty beat to shit. Also, angry. Quite angry.]

Nice to know the track record of one horrible thing happening after another followed me here too.

[Private to Tim]

You saw.

[Private to Steph]

~~You okay?~~

Where are you?

[Private to Costigan]

~~... NEVERMIND~~

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No. I don't really...[No, just. Gonna say absolutely nothing more.]

... Where are you?

[His older brother sense is tingling. :|]

My room. [Contemplating breaking a lamp. :| And avoiding Sylar hanging out here.]

Edited 2011-01-10 18:52 (UTC)

[And look who dragged himself out of bed to come make sure you're not breaking stuff. Namely, yourself and/or Roman's face.

So yes, knocking at the door.]

[But he really wants to break the lamp. Well, he REALLY wants to break Roman's face, but. The lamp will do. If it has to. Eventually, though, Tim'll open the door. Hi Dick. :|]

[Derp derp derp, what to say. Eventually he's just going to run his hand through his hair and try to feel a little less like death.] You think I should stop feeling like the universe's got a personal vendetta against us and just accept that life sucks?

[Grimace.] No. Vendetta sounds pretty accurate right now.

[That gets you a tired, sort of not really bitter smile before he goes back to being serious.] We'll get through this, you know.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." [Sylar speaks up, over their private little conversation. He's sitting propped up against the foot of the bed, trying to avoid Tim's rampage.] "If this continues.."

[He sounds unapologetic, being totally oblivious.]

[Tim glances over his shoulder at Sylar, then back at Dick, before stepping backwards so his brother can come in. Tim just eyes Sylar, and falls back to pacing, because fuck this noise.]

If this continues, what?

[At the sound of Sylar's voice, Dick just rolls his eyes internally before stepping into the room. Between Black Mask and Sylar, he wouldn't be shocked if all the progress he'd thought he'd made with Tim the Boy Batman would get completely erased.] Hi Sylar.

"Then you'll be outnumbered. Besides, imagine if Black Mask knew your secrets.." [Sylar smirks and looks down to his communicator again, continuing this conversation, silently challenging Tim to do something about it. As he types, he glances up with a wide smirk.]

"Dick." [There's something about the way he says the name that suggests its insulting counterpart.]

[Tim's eyes widen for half a second before he's striding over and and pointing down at Sylar's communicator. It's taking everything he's got in him to keep from just snatching it away.]

Turn that off.

[Great. Thanks Sylar. You're being super helpful.

Dick is going to choose to just stand off to the side and scowl a little in the interest of not making this harder then it has to be. It's taking some effort.]

[Sylar smirks and looks up at Tim as he waits for the reply from Roman.] "Make me."

[He's been nothing but suicidal or arrogant since recovering from death toll, the latter being a facade to hide the former, usually when others are around. Still, some part of him can't help it. It's easier when there's a villain to work ~~for~~ with rather than trying to be the good guy.]

[Almost every fiber of his being just wants to TACKLE Sylar right there. He holds himself back, though, and holds a hand out for Sylar's communicator.]

Give me it. [He's having trouble compartmentalizing at the moment, and Sylar deals with suicidal urges so much differently than Tim ever did that he doesn't know how to begin approaching it. It's easier to just see the arrogance; at least, right now it is.]

[Sylar glares up at Tim for a long moment. He still wants his warden to punch him, to give him an excuse to hate the wonder boy. Then again, the inmate also wants to die again, to push everyone away until there's nothing left but the hunger so he can focus on that, but Tim's not letting that happen either. Finally, the killer clicks the communicator off and hands it to Tim, shifting his glare to the wall instead. Pouting.. in his own, angsty killer way.]

[Angsty killer pouting is the worse. Tim takes the communicator and sets it to the side, because he doesn't want to outright invade Sylar's privacy. Even if everything's screaming at him to check out what Sylar said to Sionis. He glanced at Dick, forcing himself to grimace just a little before running a hand through his hair.]

Thank you. [That's all Sylar's getting for the moment. Tim's too pissed for all of this right now, so he's back to pacing.]

[Watching Tim and Sylar interact always seemed to just make Dick intensely grateful that so far, he and Costigan got along pretty okay. Hell, compared to what he'd seen of his brother and his inmate? Costigan and him were best friends.

He watched Tim pacing for a moment before saying,] Tim, talk. Hit something. Just do something.

[Tim glanced at Sylar, watching him sulk for a moment before looking back at Dick.]

There's nothing to say. [But seriously, he wants to break his lamp.]

[Sighhhhh. Dick doesn't really know what to do with you.

But here's a minor lightbulb moment.] Okay, fine. Hit me.

[Well that makes him stop in his tracks.] What?

Hit me. Come on.

You're pissed, and you need to do something with it before you snap.

I don't want to hit you, Dick.

Tim, come on. Don't bottle this up. You're not - [Oops, was gonna say Bruce, but he cuts himself off.] You need to do something.

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[Spam] Would I really have said no. I mean really. :|

[Spam] You never know.

[Spam] No, the answer is I would not have. :c

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