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You think anybody ever really changes?

[She sounds SO BITTER. She sniffles, not like she's crying but rather like she's just had the longest day of her life, everything hurts, and her nose is running. For a second, it sounds like she's about to answer her own question, but she stops herself.]

[private to Sylar]

If you want your shirt back, come and get it.

[ooc: Elle's back, updated to her actual canon death in "The Eclipse Part 2."]

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"It's none of your business what I do with him!" [she snapped. Her relationship with Sylar was her own problem, and she'd deal with it however she'd deal with it. Howie had no right to stick his nose into it.] "I don't need guidelines on how to interact with Sylar."

"I assume not, Elle, but... I won't tolerate you hurting him. I don't tolerate him hurting you, either, that's all" [He shrugged,] "It's your choice."

"I can take care of myself. I don't care what you think I should do." [She realized as soon as she'd said it that of course she cared what Howie thought. She wanted him to approve of her, though she doubted he'd approve of any of the choices she'd made lately.

Maybe the while Sylar thing was one situation where she really didn't care what Howie wanted her to do. But saying that out loud would only annoy him, she was sure.

She grimaced, ducking her head contritely.]

"Well, whatever you decide to do, I hope you can justify it to me afterwards."

[He wasn't going to lecture, or tell her the answers he saw. He wanted her to reason things out for herself, not seek his approval.]

[She didn't really know what she was going to do. She didn't feel like hurting Sylar.

She sighed. She'd thought she'd be dead right now.]

[He paused and watched her for a moment or so, then walked over and sat on the side of the bath next to her,]

"You can talk to me about it, you know."

[Elle shifted uncomfortably when Howie sat next to her, but quickly forced herself to relax. It was just Howie.]

"It's just... confusing. You know?"

[He noticed her shift uncomfortably, and actually moved a slight bit along the side of the bath,]

"I know. But it might be less confusing if you talked about it to someone."

"I thought he..." [She grimaced, trying to find a way to say that she'd thought he loved her without sounding corny.] "We slept together."

[He paused, and tried not to grimace at the idea, because he knew that Sylar had killed Elle, and there was no way he liked the idea of the two things together.]

"Did... did it mean something to you?" [That was his best, non-judgemental response.]

"Yes," [she admitted reluctantly.]

[He looked down at the floor, before looking over at her,] "How... how much? I'm sorry, Elle. He shouldn't have..." [Pause] "How much?"

"It just did, okay?" [Her jaw clenched and she glared at him.]

[He saw that, and held up a slightly placating hand,] "Okay... it just did. Do you think he betrayed you?"

"He did what he does." [Elle didn't really blame Sylar. She should have known that her fantasy of living happily ever after would never happen.]

Edited 2011-05-08 05:24 (UTC)

[Howie shook his head,] "But do you forgive him for it? Just because it's... what he does?"

"Am I supposed to be mad about it?" [Part of her was just really confused about what she was supposed to be thinking right now.]

"You had a lot of affection for him, and then he killed you. I... think you can be mad about it"

[Elle nodded, and frowned. If she was supposed to be mad but wasn't really, she was probably doing this wrong.] "Uh huh."

[He drummed his fingers slightly in thought on the edge of the bath,] "I can't tell you how to feel, though. What do you feel about him? About it?"

"I don't know."

[He paused and stared at the floor,] "Just... think about it, at least. I'll leave you alone now, if you want. If you still want to talk, I'll stay."

[He was worried about her, but was also worried about forcing issues too much and making them worse. It was a fine balance, especially after what happened last time he got it wrong.]

"Whatever," [she muttered. She didn't want to seem like she really needed him because of something so... She didn't even know. It felt like it had been kinda inevitable. At this point, after all the things that kept happening to her, it even felt normal. Like getting killed was just part of the routine.]

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