"Technically you did," Jack grinned, heading to the showers to turn on the taps. This was the last place Luke had been before being locked up in that dorm room but Sylar didn't need to know that. "These are Sasan's, that guy that looks like you will in a few years. He is far too prepared. You can use whatever you want. There's soap in there. And a can of soda. I'll be right outside."

Jack reached out to take Sylar's cheek in hand, large thumb rubbing briefly against his temple. It was the smallest of gestures and though it was affectionate, Jack didn't intend it to really be so. He just wanted Sylar to be strong.

He was alone here, after all. His support system was gone. Jack was offering himself as a surrogate for now.