He broke into a light laughter, looking back up at Mohinder. "He insisted on it, too. Okay, sure you can." There was a slight emphasis on 'you'. Mohinder was allowed. "You might get me mixed up with your fiance, though." He looked pointedly at the ring on Mohinder's finger.

That question had at least broken the ice somewhat. Sylar hadn't been sure what to say to this man who was clearly everything that Mohinder would be in a few years. Adulthood really suited him. "So you both, uh, work here? You and Gabriel?"