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Drabble : Luke/Sylar : G
December 14th 2017
Luke instantly regretted what he had just done, but the tacky miniature Christmas tree was in his hand now. It was paid for with stolen money and the gas station was relieved to have gotten rid of their last one. He didn't think he could bring himself to throw it in the trash, so he slid into the passenger seat and tried not to look at Sylar.
It didn't work. It never did.
"What the hell is that?"
Luke met Sylar's angry eyes and set his jaw. "It's a Christmas Tree. It's almost Christmas."
To Luke's surprise Sylar just sighed and started the car. "What is it with you and Christmas? We don't even have anywhere to put it."
"I know. Never stop long enough. Always on the run." He reached across despite his better judgement and used his one Get Away With A Telling Off card for the week to squeeze Sylar's leg. "Doesn't mean we don't have to make the effort."
A grunt from Sylar told him that the conversation was done, and that Luke could have what he wanted. Luke gave a smirk. A tiny victory for sentimentality, but a victory none the less.
To Luke's surprise Sylar just sighed and started the car. "What is it with you and Christmas? We don't even have anywhere to put it."
"I know. Never stop long enough. Always on the run." He reached across despite his better judgement and used his one Get Away With A Telling Off card for the week to squeeze Sylar's leg. "Doesn't mean we don't have to make the effort."
A grunt from Sylar told him that the conversation was done, and that Luke could have what he wanted. Luke gave a smirk. A tiny victory for sentimentality, but a victory none the less.