Sylar readily leaned up against Mohinder, hopeful that it would generate even a little more warmth. He wasn't having to act the part anymore of a useless, scared man, he realized. That really rubbed him the wrong way. It was all right for Mohinder to see a mask he'd put up for the pure purpose of manipulating the scientist. But he sure didn't want Mohinder to see him really being so pitiful.

So Sylar replied to the man with a low chuckle. He couldn't keep it up anymore- besides, if he was going to be so miserable, everyone else might as well be too. "You have no idea how not all right it is, Mohinder. I can't fix-" He gestured around the whole room. "-any of this."