Sylar was very ready to fly off the handle. He had thought that they'd all be appalled, and maybe Gabriel would just nod and put him in another room. And then he'd have something to rage against. But Jack's words got through to him, even if Sylar didn't want them to.

He did right by him. He'd tried. Sylar sat up and wiped at his eyes, like a three-year-old. "He wanted- wanted me to-" Ugh, his voice was too shaky. He stopped talking and just nodded. Maybe he'd be mad after he calmed down. After all, Jack had kind of forced his hand. Right now, though, he was just hurting.

Gabriel had come by after Jack, and after seeing the whole scene, he sighed and leaned against the wall in the hallway. He'd wait for Jack to take Sylar out of there, and then he'd help Mohinder, if he could.