Getting out of that hallway and into another area really helped Sylar get a better hold of his emotions. Right now, it was more just shoving them out of the way for dealing with later, but that was all right. It wasn't the first time he'd done that.
Jack was still being nice. Maybe he felt guilty about pushing it this far. Maybe he was just a nice guy- although a nice guy wouldn't have talked a teenager into assisted suicide. Regardless of whether Sylar should be mad or not, it was nice having a hand on his shoulder, keeping him connected to something. It helped him focus.
The Captain went through the options, far more than Gabriel expected, and talked about dinner and sleep. One of those sounded excellent to Sylar. But the other... "I don't know if I can eat anything," he admitted. "'m not hungry." He'd just gotten over wanting to hurl, in fact.
With confusion in his face, he asked, "You'd really let me stay here?" He didn't figure he'd want to, once he found out the provisions. But that meant that Jack might not have just been trying to be nice when he said he did good. Did they actually trust him after that?
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Jack was still being nice. Maybe he felt guilty about pushing it this far. Maybe he was just a nice guy- although a nice guy wouldn't have talked a teenager into assisted suicide. Regardless of whether Sylar should be mad or not, it was nice having a hand on his shoulder, keeping him connected to something. It helped him focus.
The Captain went through the options, far more than Gabriel expected, and talked about dinner and sleep. One of those sounded excellent to Sylar. But the other... "I don't know if I can eat anything," he admitted. "'m not hungry." He'd just gotten over wanting to hurl, in fact.
With confusion in his face, he asked, "You'd really let me stay here?" He didn't figure he'd want to, once he found out the provisions. But that meant that Jack might not have just been trying to be nice when he said he did good. Did they actually trust him after that?