"Are you still a drunk?" She wondered outloud, before setting her plate down on the island and crawling back onto the stool. She settled and offered a fork to him first, so he could try the omelet.
"I want to know what really happened to me though. Daddy hid the files." She shrugged. "As for our childhoods.." Elle looked down a moment, but then brightened herself up. Be cheerful.
Don't be sad.
He's insanely cute and great in bed damnit.
"I like having someone to share something with for once, that isn't just out to.. be free, or eat my brain or whatever Sylar actually does. And shoot me. People always want to shoot me." Elle still didn't know where her gun was.