[Sylar went down to the cafeteria around dinner time, hoping West was there or would be there soon. They had never really set a time, but the people working dinner were lifted to a few hours, so he could wait. His friend seemed upset, even if it was meant to be private. And quite frankly? Sylar was hoping he had a friend to speak to at the moment that wasn't Prefect, someone he wasn't constantly ambivalent with.
Not seeing the other man, he slid into a seat at the end of one of the tables, hoping not to see Elle, Adam, Claude, Peter, or Veronica right now. He just hoped West had the same idea of coming early.]
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Date: 2009-03-23 04:15 pm (UTC)Not seeing the other man, he slid into a seat at the end of one of the tables, hoping not to see Elle, Adam, Claude, Peter, or Veronica right now. He just hoped West had the same idea of coming early.]