Two Perfect Boys.

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Reg’s narrowed survey on his nephew lingered following the tease. Although the surface taunt bore a touch affectionate in his own way of it, in those beats between, a deeper concerned creased his brow line on the eve of a smooth exhale. Watching. 

Maybe it was the way he’d said it. Familiar – and yet a fixture of verbal abnormality in the rapport  between them all the same.  

❝Seein’ fings…em?❞ A hint of something rhetorical – dogmatic. He lifted the end of his cigarette to fill something of the assessment between his nephew and predisposed presumptions already forming in his own head over it. The beat thick, delayed, he turned to lift a stacked cup of china from behind the bar, before he connected it in front of him on the countertop. ❝How’bout coffee? You’re old e’nough t’drink a’bit’a’black by now aintcha?❞ His browline softened, adjacent to the bleed of tobacco on a loose hold of his smoke as he  poured.

❝–Wha’ th’ fuck you mean you’re seein’ fings, Jim’my?….. Your birf’day’s comin’ up – need me’t’getcha’one’a ‘ose ol’spin’st’ah’ strings t’ keep them spec’i’cles up ‘round your neck where you can’keep track’ov’em? ❞     

Much to his surprise the coffee he didn’t ask for had a calming aroma that caused him to lean further into the counter. Reg was always concerned for him in some capacity or another, and he certainly had cause to be. 

Jimmy entertains the thought that maybe Reg knows what he’s done, but their conversation would have begun much differently he thinks. His uncle doesn’t appreciate needless violence. It’s not something Jimmy ever asked to be good at, but he’s learned that it’s more or less acceptable as long as it’s not your own neighborhood.

He travels more now. Ever since he’d fallen out with Johnny he does everything solo now. He’s learned how to become more self reliant, and he hasn’t spiraled out of control yet. Mostly for that fact that picks fights and prays on people far from home who have no clue who he is. No one around here cares about spikes in crime as long as its kept far away. There’s nothing to link it back to him and he comes home to carry on with things as if nothing ever happened. 

He’s quiet until he finally picks up his glass, sipping at some of the piping hot coffee with ease, relaxed by the warmth it provides him from the cold he’d come in from. “Places,” he corrects before setting the cup to the counter, his other hand coming to hold it in place, warm his hands. “Should’ve said, s’jus a smol visit. ‘Fraid you’ll have no need buyin’ anyfin like tha’. Long trip. Finkin’ I’ll find someplace I like. An’ anyway, I’m too old for birfdays now, hm?” 

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Cranberry juice.

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“ a juice... ” he echoes, sighing heavily as he takes a seat the the counter, unfastening the buttons on his jacket. “ ravver a cuppa, fanks. ”  partly hoping no one else heard that quip about the juice. “ y’know, seein’ fings. home is home, but...sometimes jus’ don’t feel like it. ”

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Zachary Quinto in Heroes 3x21 - Into Asylum (2009) → part 2 

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Zachary Quinto in Heroes 3x21 - Into Asylum (2009) → part 1 

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Group Elegance

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ZACHARY QUINTO AS SYLAR — HEROES S03 E22 – TURN AND FACE THE STRANGE

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nctcricus:

“Say you haven’t then?” His deep voice thick with a curiousness off the back side of the punctuation of it; Rounding the end of the cigarette to rest between his lips before he slipped the gold slick case back into the slip inside his jacket pocket, listening. His eye line fixed loosely on the square nappy in front of him; bit idly while he still waited – tracing his thumb to the shelled paper edge, and his weighted blues shifted at him. Reg just watched him, what he was doin’.He could tell he was avoiding looking’ at him at all for the moment, in his own head about something worth while. Jimmy was a good kid, but he had a bit of a streak in him that he recognised and knew all to well. He could see the dissertation in his nephew’s head, stringing together the possibilities of this and that within the second, playing with it before it came into any fruition in his uncle’s light. Much like sometimes Ron did. Specially when they was boys.

Well, maybe he ought to give him a bit of privacy while he did that, he’d seen enough within that interim anyway, –the cylinder between his fingers swiveled to flake it’s ashed edgery along the marble tray in front of them on the table. The grey filing off the end of the cigarette continued to shed around the burning center, when his nephew’s voice slipped.  

An easy blink snuck behind his own emitted fume. Stoic’ly stone, but relaxed. “Disappointment” according to himself certainly had never been the sort of thing he’d been known for, or much carried respectively, that much of it were true. Be that socially or with business. But Jimmy was still too young yet to understand the word entirely. Especially in the manner it was used and who for. “Jimmy—“ picking to one last inhale, he quenched the spent square to the stone, smudging it there with some precision, turning himself where he could see him right on it.

“Do you remembah’ when you was a li’ol boy,an’ I took you to Knightsbridge for that auction. Do you remember that painting that you liked so well, th’ one wif’ th’ ship? D’you remembah’ that? How long do you reckon it took th’ artist ta’ paint that painting? Do you ‘fink that artist painted those waves like they was wif’ th’ idea of impressin anyone? – Can you imagine that piece any bettah’ than how you saw it that day? Let me tell you some’fin’, you go frew life with the idea of meeting the expectations of of’vah people then you won’t get any place. It doesn’t mattah’ how you sign your name to it. Do you understand? – There’s no one that you need to impress eif’vah is there?  

Poised and leisured where he sat in sight of him at their table, his arm resting along its slicked surface where his fingers dropped 1,2 lightly. That point was to be understood. “Get up.”  

As he watched him through the deafening pause…he let it linger within the air between them. The uncertainty and a bit of uneasy before he let off on it, readjusting forward against the table. “Go on, get up. Since you’re real man now, callin’ us by our first name, goin’ aftah’ th’ Richardson’s all by ya’self, an ‘makin me nervous’ as well…  ‘stand up.”

He’s brought out of his own thoughts and into a long ago memory at the very location his uncle speaks of. It’s a fond memory, most that include Reg are, he’s always been fond of his uncle even if they do occasionally disagree on things. Jimmy can hear what Reg is getting at, and Reg always has a point, a damn good one. The younger Krays aims to pretend to ignore, mostly because he knows his uncle is right and he feels particularly spiteful and even more childish about it.

Yes, he knows he shouldn’t be starting conflict. He knows he shouldn’t be dragging his brother into it. Most of all he knows he should have kept it better under his uncle Reg’s radar if he was going to do anything. It’s the part of him that yearns for approval despite his attitude toward being told what to do. It’s only when his uncle tell him to ‘get up’ that he fully acknowledges what’s being said to him. 

The silence lingers between them and Jimmy watches Reggie’s eyes throughout the entire span of it until his uncle clarifies and repeats himself. There’s a slight shift in Reg’s tone and his demeanor that Jimmy concerns himself with because he’s gone and done it now. He opens his mouth to give some smart ass apology before he decides he probably should apologize because Reg deserves that, but then decides that his uncle is resigned to teaching him this lesson and making his point. He’s just going to be a man and accept it. 

Jimmy rises from his seat, eyes never leaving his uncle because it’s in these moments that Reg is unpredictable. He realizes now how stupid the whole thing was, but he’s an impulsive man, and he gets worked up so easy that his own brother can’t hope to rein him in each and every time. He isn’t going to make excuses now, though. “A word ou’sside then?”

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