Gabriel suspected that Mohinder had separated the 'Sylar' personality quite a bit farther than it actually was from himself. But that didn't bother him. It kept him from tripping up on their conversation, bringing everything back to those murders. When it came down to it, they both could use a little bit of denial to their advantage- and Gabriel was convinced he'd never do anything to disappoint Mohinder again, so it wasn't a problem. Jack might mind in a few decades, but hopefully Gabriel would have actually found a way to be a better man by then. And maybe Mohinder will have seen that, too.

But that was a subject to ponder while on the road. They'd finally made it home, and he wouldn't worry about anything while Mohinder was helping him undress. He breathed a sigh of relief as he was freed from his pants. Once all of it was taken care of, he rolled himself onto the bed, somehow ending up in the lotus position and looking up at Mohinder with a mischievous smile.

He put his right hand out, and ran his fingers over Mohinder's chin and down his chest, lightly brushing them over a nipple. "How about we start with you, this time?" he said, still wondering over Mohinder's physique and skin and- just all of him. "What would you like me to do, for you? Or I'll try to fill in, but- I've warned you I'm new at this." He nearly chuckled at that, because he hardly felt lost. He felt like he did when he looked at the watch shop for the first time. "Lucky for me that you're such a good teacher," he added, his left hand coming up to cup Mohinder's cheek. He brushed his thumb against the man's stubble, enjoying the rough feel of it.