[ Duo is suddenly down at his level, and when he looks into the young man's eyes he's sure that he should be able to see through it. He has no idea what colour his own eyes are, or whether he looks even vaguely like himself, but some niggling, nervous feeling tells him that there's no way someone he's killed won't see through it.
But then Duo is offering his hand, and he sniffed it and pushed his nose under it, offering his head for patting just like a real dog.
Only half of it was instinct this time. The uncertainty belonged to the animal and to Sylar both, but everything seemed to be going fine so far. ]
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But then Duo is offering his hand, and he sniffed it and pushed his nose under it, offering his head for patting just like a real dog.
Only half of it was instinct this time. The uncertainty belonged to the animal and to Sylar both, but everything seemed to be going fine so far. ]