i'd go lengths and lengths

[askedtobe]

Who: McCoy (doctor_mccoy), Peter (askedtobe), and Sylar (gabriel_gray)
When: Forward dated to the 12th
Where: Cafe in the Underground Mall
Summary: It's a double date~ Except McCoy doesn't have his own date, oops.
Warnings: Excessive coffee drinking.

[ Sylar had phoned McCoy, or at least that's what he had told Peter, and while the other man hadn't exactly responded they still made their way to the cafe in the Underground Mall, figuring he would show. Remaining inconspicuous was easy when you could teleport, even easier when you could do it invisibly. They both knew that that the two of them together made an excellent target, so whatever Peter could do to make it simpler for them both to be hiding in plain sight, he was going to do. Pushing thoughts on the entire mall would have been a little difficult, but he'd try to do it if he had to -- Peter just didn't think those lengths were required. Yet. Even so, they turned visible back inside the shadow of a corner before stepping into the bright, fluorescent lights of the mall, and finally slipped inside the cafe, picking a seat in the corner.

Admittedly, Peter was more than a little bit pleased that he got to tag along this time. He had thought for sure that no one was going to be willing to speak to him anymore after their post to the network, but the fact that McCoy seemed to be somehow able to stand them both gave Peter a fairly large appreciation for him. He didn't need to overly like Sylar or approve of him, as far as Peter was concerned. But they could both use the additional company every once in awhile.

Resting his elbows on the table, having taken the spot closest to the wall, Peter ran his fingers back through his hair before looking over and up at Sylar. Nosing at Sylar's arm to get his attention, he gave their surroundings a quick look around before his gaze fell back on the other. ]

You sure he's coming?

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[askedtobe]

[ Shrinking a little lower at the admonishment, Peter kept anything he had to say in return to himself for a few seconds while he simply watched Sylar. McCoy could say what he want, but they both had a complete understanding of telepathy and even though Peter'd never done that express task before, he should've been more than able to do it.

Not that it really mattered one way or another.

At the appearance of the waitress, Peter looked back up, making do with a small smile and just ordering a coffee. Ducking his face afterword, he poked his foot at Sylar's chair a little petulantly, flicking his gaze back up at the other while they waited for McCoy to order. ]

It's not galavanting. [ Spoken under his breath more than anything, and directed back at Sylar, Peter had never once acted like people were toys, and getting boxed into that belief was just a bit frustrating. Though he supposed the irritation from McCoy was well earned to a certain extent, he glanced back down towards the table, trying to keep himself looking pointedly unbothered. ]

And i'm pretty sure he doesn't care about whether or not i'm sane. Nobody did.

[doctor_mccoy]

[All Sylar get in reply to that is a grunt, but lucky for Peter all of his frustration is aimed at the other man, even if he's an admitted accomplice to a degree.]

Since you're a criminal, and apparently delightedly so, I'm not about to argue the line between what's ethical when it comes to experimentation, this isn't the dark ages. Now a days people need to ask the eggs before you go cracking them for an omelette. [He goes quiet for the waitress, ordering a coffee as well, with a bit of relief that she isn't the one from before... that was the last thing he needs.]

Also, you're right. [He nods to Peter.] But apparently I'm not in my own damn mind either because I somehow keep ending up here despite myself, so this place must just breed crazy.

[gabriel_gray]

[ When the waitress was gone, he touched back on the conversation again, tilting his head toward McCoy. If he wanted to go throwing labels around: ]

In the end it's all just assumed civilisation, and it exists only because we make it so.

[ He motioned toward the crowds. ]

Evolution is all about opportunity. One steps away crowd and becomes a predator, hunting the rest, taking advantage of the opportunity they represent. You say I have to ask the eggs before I break them, but does a sparrowhawk pause to ask the sparrow if it minds kindly being dinner? No. It does what it has to do.

[ There was a certain sadness in his smile when he looked back up at Peter. He knew the other man could see it. There was concern in his eyes, too--for Peter himself. He reached out to touch his hand, curling it into his own, muttering under his breath. ]

Who wants to be sane when crazy feels so right?

[askedtobe]

[ At this point, Peter was starting to guess that if they pushed their luck, it would just be him and Sylar out for coffee and McCoy would get up and go home. Not that he could truly blame the other man, he was more than shocked by the simple fact that he was here in he first place.

That didn't exactly make the interaction easy, however. And Peter didn't know where to draw the line between defending Sylar and excusing his actions. He couldn't play both sides of the board, people had made that perfectly clear. But Peter still watched as Sylar's hand curled into his own and he glanced up at him, sighing almost complacently; he was trying. ]

Sane stopped being an option awhile ago. And hey-- [ He finally glanced back up at McCoy, looking unassuming. ] You didn't have to show up.

[ Or maybe that was just Peter's attempt to convince himself, he wasn't entirely sure. ] And what Sylar's trying to say, without the use of metaphors, is that we're trying to figure out how to make his ability work without having to crack-- [ Sigh. Right, no metaphors. ]

We're just finding better ways to deal with it. What you see as experimentation, I see as a far better use of something that could be a lot more problematic. That's all it is, if you don't want to think of it as something else. An alternative. [ Because really, if Peter had gotten any closer to losing it, the Port would have two Sylar's on their hands. ]

[doctor_mccoy]

[Lucky for them McCoy was stubborn and a bit of a glutton for punishment, he was curious enough to stay put, prickly enough to keep up an argument because that's what he did; he liked to bare teeth and argue, even if it was about what was moral or not. And if he got a little pissy well, that was just the way he was.]

Those are animals, if ya want to talk about evolution, then we've evolved long past who eats whom for dinner. The sparrow hawk doesn't invite the sparrow out for coffee first. We keep our civilization because we're smart enough to work it out, and you're right, with out it we'd probably all be bashing eachother's heads in with rocks... but that's sure as hell not the way things are. Evolving past that doesn't turn you into some great enlightened predator, it turns you into a child given powers and responsibility you can't even fully grasp yet.

[His gaze turns to Peter as he reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck.] Sure I did, I don't rightly care for the idea of sleep walking outside in the middle of the night and becoming monster chow.

And I'm well aware of what the alternative is, I don't like either option personally, but I'm hardly in any position to stop either one of you, I don't even imagine you really need to try and justify yourselves because what the hell am I supposed to do about it?

[gabriel_gray]

We're still animals, even if we dress ourselves up as something better. And no, it's not the way things are. It was only an example--a metaphor, like Peter said.

[ Sylar tilted his head away, watching the waitress crossing the coffee shop with their tray. He took a breath, exhaling what seemed to be tension in his shoulders, then looking toward McCoy again. ]

Don't get me wrong, I'm only trying to make conversation. If it'd make you more comfortable to speak about the weather, I don't mind letting the topic drift.

[ Because he really didn't want McCoy leaving feeling like he couldn't come back. If it was true that he was only here to get the telepathic compulsion taken from him, then it was all for nothing, and he had no desire to push away one of the last people who could stand being around either of them.

In fact, if he wanted to keep Peter sane, it was essential that he didn't. Fortunately the waitress arrived before his mind could wander too far. ]

[askedtobe]

[ Peter was more than happy to steal the opportunity of the waitress bringing their coffee, and Sylar's lunch, to hopefully lighten the potential load of the conversation. There was tense conversations, and then there were tense arguments, and Sylar was right -- he wasn't really looking to chase off one of the few people who was still willing to talk to both of them. Sylar got his fill of human interactions differently than Peter did, and he wasn't quite used to not having any friends just yet.

Dragging his coffee closer, Peter blew across the top of the cup, glancing carefully back over at Sylar once more before looking back at McCoy. ]

I'd say you could do what everybody else does, but you're still here. And I don't know if talking about the weather's any better of an idea, we'd bore ourselves into leaving. [ Peter almost took a sip of his coffee before he hesitated for a second. ]

Still gotta wonder about that one time it rained blood red the whole day, though. [ Shrug. ]