[ Sylar doesn't watch the pen roll, but reaches out for it anyway, snapping his hand flat down on top of it, then quietly lifting it, turning it back and forth in his hand. He stopped, then placed it on the table again, and gave a little push of telekinesis to slide it back across to McCoy's side.
There was only one reason he did that, because otherwise he would have slammed it through McCoy's shoulder blade right there in the middle of the cafe, and things would have devolved very quickly from there. ]
I thought you didn't want a power. What makes you think I'm going to tell you what it is?
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There was only one reason he did that, because otherwise he would have slammed it through McCoy's shoulder blade right there in the middle of the cafe, and things would have devolved very quickly from there. ]
I thought you didn't want a power. What makes you think I'm going to tell you what it is?