[Stephen instinctively moves to block that clap to the back, his forearm lifting to knock against the other man's as he takes a deceptively casual step away from him, his martial arts training kicking in about half a minute too late to salvage his pride.
He looks for a moment like he's going to protest, but with a resigned sigh he reaches out to take Sylar's pill bottle, too, clutching one in each hand now.]
Yeah. Thanks. I'm kind of getting that.
[He delivers the words with all the sincerity and gratitude of a wet cat.]
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He looks for a moment like he's going to protest, but with a resigned sigh he reaches out to take Sylar's pill bottle, too, clutching one in each hand now.]
Yeah. Thanks. I'm kind of getting that.
[He delivers the words with all the sincerity and gratitude of a wet cat.]