Oh, good. Sylar hadn't approached, because he knew that Luke generally didn't want to be touched. But as he sat himself carefully down, mostly on Luke's lap, he felt better. This was how it should be, if it had to happen at all. He even smiled sadly hearing about the 'best parts' of Luke.

He leaned in close, barely touching the sides of their heads together. It was the closest he'd get to a proper hug, but it felt like both of them, anyway. Then he pulled back. His fingers went up to touch Luke's forehead, and he stared for just a moment, steeling himself.

Those fingers pulled left, as if brushing some of Luke's hair back. But under the index finger his telekinesis was cutting into the skin and the skull. The sound of the skull ripping apart was so loud here.