Luke wasn't sweating. The amount of energy he was giving off was evaporating it before it could leave his skin moist. That said, he was starting to look a little more focused too. There was nothing romantic about the way Luke looked up at Gabriel. His eyebrows had lifted but his pupils weren't dilating. Whatever Sasan's theory about a love triangle, it wasn't true.

Luke had absolutely no capacity to love, though he could fake it all right as long as Sylar was willing to delude himself.

"I'm not special," Luke grunted. "I helped him get that power and now I'm an emergency food supply for when he needs a fix or he gets done with me." Luke said that as if he believed it. "Or is that what you're going to now? Wouldn't blame you. My power is pretty cool and it's killing me anyway. Better get it before my brain fries."