Christ on a pogo stick...there was literally nothing worse in the world than to have the other boy in tears. "I'm not being selfless, fuck you," Luke muttered. The instinct in him, the learned lesson and the muscle memory, told him to pull Sylar against him and hold him. But he couldn't be that person anymore, right? He shouldn't hide who he was.

And who he was just so happened to be no one Sylar really wanted.

Fuck. He couldn't take the tears and so he slung an arm around the other boy's shoulders...if he'd even let him, of course.

"Is it really that fucking wrong for me to want you to be.. I dunno. You're what we've always been working towards."