Sylar turned around, almost too quickly. He hadn't been surprised by the request. He just had to be sure.

"Yeah," he said, his downcast eyes sliding upwards until they met Luke's. "I can do that."

He rose a hand up, almost in a surrender gesture, and used telekinesis to hold Luke against the wall. He just stood there for a moment, regulating his breathing and gathering himself back up. He wiped his eyes with his free hand, and then reached out, pointing.

Nothing happened for a moment, and Sylar choked out a laugh. "I can't think of anything to say. I always have something." A one-liner wasn't right here, though. "I'm gonna miss you, so much."