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Tweak says, "OH NOES!"

Gabriel "Sylar" Gray (inaworldsocold) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-06-25 16:59:00

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!@event, !closed, claire winchester, gabriel 'sylar' gray

WHO: Gabriel "Sylar" Gray & Claire Bennet
WHAT: Gabriel needs to learn how to forgive himself. Claire is elected to help him.
WHERE: Gabriel's own mind.
WHEN: After Gabriel's chat with God
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

The sudden shift hadn't been expected to happen again, and when it had happened, he hadn't expected the surroundings that they had arrived in. Gabriel had been far too baffled to really catch him after the last few words had tripped off his tongue, and he had disappeared again. In his own mind? Gabriel stared at his surroundings, reaching down and picking up a watch off of his desk and studied it, frowning for a long moment as he turned it in his hand and held it up to his ear. Nothing. Not a hint. Not a hint of anything.

Dropping it back down, Gabriel shook his head before turning towards the door, the other words confusing him. Her? Who else had he thrown in here? Hopefully it was something that wouldn't kill him on sight since he seemed to be lacking any of his abilities at the moment. Stepping over to the door, Gabriel paused, taking a slow, deep breath before pulling it open and bracing himself for the individual that he might see on the other side.

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goallbuffyonus
2010-07-04 10:43 pm UTC (link)

The look on Claire's face was a thoughtful one as she considered what he'd said. She knew there wasn't an easy fix for what he was going through. She was even starting to understand that they were probably going to be there for a while. She didn't like it, she was still pissed off about it, but it wasn't his fault. And even though it wasn't fair in the slightest, if God really thought she could help somehow, that's what she was going to do. Not to get out of this little prison he'd tossed her in, though. She was going to help because Gabriel was her friend and he clearly needed it.

She just had to figure out how.

Idly, she wondered what her dad would say in this situation. Or her mom. Hell, what anyone would say to this. She came up short however, and finally decided to take another route. She was going to college to be a social worker. That involved learning how to talk people through problems. Granted she wasn't very far into those classes yet, but at least it was something. If nothing else it was better than just sitting there silently and at a loss.

"What do you mean, do what's right?" The question was asked in a tone laced with curiosity, her voice soft-spoken and her expression carefully neutral. Whatever his answer was, she'd work with it and just hope like hell that inspiration would strike along the way.

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