"I hardly believe that I'll get you and he mixed up if I can work with Gabriel and Sasan without much incident." Just that once. But once was enough.

Unlike Sylar, Mohinder wasn't smiling. He didn't think he was capable of smiling either and he certainly did not want to. He had so many questions to ask. Obviously a younger version of himself at least knew Sylar. Perhaps they were friends? And it didn't seem to bother him to know that he was in a gay relationship quickly headed towards marriage. Perhaps all was not as lost as it had seemed, but hat name--

Mohinder had to press. When he was upset or angry he tended to do irrational things and this might actually be one of them.

"Shall I tell you why I dislike the other name?" Jack looked about ready to step in, but Mohinder was already standing and lifting his t-shirt. This was not to show off the lean, smoothly muscled body that his older self got to touch whenever he wanted, but to point out the scars on his back, pink lines cut into caramel flesh. "This is my reminder of who Sylar had been before we killed him."

Jack blinked. Would 'scared straight' even work with this kid?