[ He doesn't mean to define Sylar by his ability. He knows Sylar is more than that. That Sylar has surpassed that and genuinely fights it. That he wants to be a good person.

He narrows his eyes, furrowing his brow, he sets his fork down. ]

Is there one way to act around you? [ He looks past Sylar, searching for words, pushing down thoughts of Nathan, focusing on their time in his mind. ] I don't know what you want. Or, why you want something from me. Or, how to even give it to you.

[ He sets his plate down. ]

Trust. Whatever... I believed you after the carnival. You haven't given me reason not to. You have to understand, whatever - however I act around you is going to take time. I don't know if I can - [ Forgive you. ] I know you want to be a hero. Because you want to be. [ This is going badly. ]

I think we're friends.

[ He doesn't know how it happened. Somewhere between the Wall and the carnival - and now - something changed. He knows that. ]

What do you want?