"So the town was messing with you," Gabriel says, his shoulders relaxing. As much as he liked stumbling over clues, he almost never knew what to do with them. It was frustrating. "Hallucinations are a dime a dozen here. You'll get used to them. That one's not too bad. I'll stick with you for awhile in case anything else pops up, though."

It's not an offer, it's just what he's planning to do. Sylar's pretty good at inviting himself into situations. "So, mage stuff," he continues, eyes shining bright. "How does that work where you're from?"