"You got caught again, huh, sticky-fingers?"
Now and then I may call this boy before me (the video gaming, chain-smoking kind of boy) a man, which he is far from being along with 'mature' and villain, but in this moment and many others it's quite clear that he's not yet a man.
But he's my cute little school boy, my not-yet-a-man, and that's enough for me.
"You should have been there, El, they didn't like it one bit when I turned their coffee maker into liquid."
We're both one in the same, two that at the moment think alike in various ways: hate the man called Sylar, me for almost making me brain-food, him for being blown off, and most of all we both have the minds of three-year-olds.
(mine will be the same when he finally becomes the evil man he was meant to be, and that's not very far away)
"Well, I wouldn't have liked either, not one bit (enough through I don't like coffee) but we all have our fun someway or other. You my pretty little boy just love to take things that aren't yours, look at me for example. Can't wait till Sylar sees our kissing lips, it will be priceless."