Gabriel could see some of the differences right away. Having actually experienced love- even if he clung like a desperate kid sometimes- he could tell this was different. More like the addiction that had pushed him forward. Little Sylar couldn't possibly guess that, of course, because he'd spent his whole life hoping for someone to love him for the strange creature he was. He barely even knew what the word meant. And this lucky kid came across a psychopath first.

No wonder Jack had sent Gabriel down for this.

After staring at the teenager for probably too long, he shrugged again and said, "Nah. That's not my thing anymore. Plus, I don't think your brain's gonna fry. How would you be an emergency food supply, then?"