Luke laughed softly, just under his breath. "Wow. You grow up to be a fucking jerk," he responded, the grin as fake as the laugh. Luke went through the motions. He couldn't survive the way he wanted to be and so he had learned to fake almost everything.

He wanted to be anyone but himself anyway. Luke only hated one thing and that was the mind that could not love and could not hate anything else. He hated his won fucking indifference. He hated his existence. But that didn't mean that he didn't want to live.

"But you're right. He needs me." Sylar loved him. Luke equated that to be the same thing. "I need some sort of water... You have a million fucking doors and none of them lead to a fucking bathroom?"

Sylar was Sylar. Even when he was Gabriel. And okay, to be honest? He kinda dug the way the older version spoke to him. He was so calm. And Luke needed that.