Sylar was crying as he moved his fingers through Luke's brain, but it was hard to tell. His face was smeared all over with blood, from the last few times he'd tried to clear the tears. The front of his shirt was coated with the stuff, and parts of his jeans were splattered.

He was moving as fast as possible, having had to switch to a kneeling position to see the brain properly. He knew that people would probably be barging their way in soon, and he had to find the power before then. Luke needed to come with him, as much as possible.

He heard someone come in and the tray clatter, but it didn't matter. He was following the path through, and...there. There it was. He sucked in a deep breath as he felt it settle into his brain. And then he just kind of collapsed, leaning his head on the dead kid's shoulder as he sobbed. Luke wasn't around to feel uncomfortable about it now.