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"Come on, Mohinder, live a little," Nathan said as he put himself unmistakably in Mohinder's personal space.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Nathan,"
"What's the matter Mohinder? You only like the imitation but you're afraid to try the real thing?" he said softly. Nathan always said it soft and pretty when he was verbally running you through.
"I didn't know it was Sylar."
"I know. Which means you thought you were with me."
Mohinder had no answer.
"I know you're upset about what I've done. And more than that, you're upset about what you've done. And if you want to sit here and wallow in self-loathing, fine. I've been there, believe me. And I'll walk out right now and leave you to it. Or. I can stay. And you can learn a surefire way to know when it's really me. Your choice. But choose now."
That night Mohinder learned that Nathan and Sylar were nothing alike in bed.
And Nathan learned to think twice before seducing a man with superstrength who was used to sleeping with a healer. Worth it, though, Nathan thought to himself.