Mohinder was just as fascinated by the boy, though the idea was disturbing to him on so many levels that ' Sylar' had happened to him so soon. Jim hadn't filled him in on the conversation, just that a sixteen or seventeen year old version of his fiancé had showed up and was calling himself Sylar. Mohinder wished Gabriel was with him now because the name itself invoked a sort of dread in him that he couldn't begin to abide.

He swallowed and crossed the room, more handsome than the boy who had confessed to liking him at the pizza parlor until Gabriel told him he was seeing Luke.

Mohinder sat down delicately across from the boy and cupped his hands together in front of him on the table. "Can I call you Gabriel?"