By the time Gabriel puppeteered Sylar down to the doors, Jack and Mohinder were at a quiet stand off in front of the door, neither really speaking to the other, and just inside the door sat Luke on the bed, knees drawn up and wraps wrapped around them. He was blank, as always. Maybe more blank than usual.

He didn't even look up when the two Sylars arrived, though he could hear them. What Jack had told him left him chilled, which he only barely registered as amusing considering his power and the potential for his power.

"Let him go," he heard Jack say and only then did Luke glance out to see the way Gabriel had Sylar somehow stood to attention. He knew this drill by now. The adults would leave to argue about them after they locked them inside this room. He wasn't disappointed by the outcome either. It was as he had expected.

There was something surreal about it, though, and he watched Sylar for long, quiet moments before he scooted over on the bed. A silent invitation.