( Sylar rolls his eyes as he finishes his circling and steps around until he's in front of him again. Leaving Mohinder home was never an option. There were too many fun things planned, and now this syringe on top of his own carefully constructed plans. It was just that spark of chaos he didn't realize he needed. The syringe flies back to his hand, floating aimlessly once more, and Sylar even steps back a couple paces. )

Trunk's open, grab what you need. I do not have command over ice... yet... so we'll need another way. I did see a sign for a truck stop diner and rest stop some mile or so back.

( Laying out options, offering tips and insight. The role of assistant, only this time, he had no intentions of sabotaging Mohinder's work. There was no one to hunt right now, no abilities to steal. There was only Mohinder and his project, and permitting him the space (within certain parameters) to work. Absently, he waggles his fingers downwards and up, with the syringe acting as his telekinetic yo-yo. He waits until Mohinder had walked towards the trunk before he turns and calls after him. )

By the way? I wasn't going to stab you. I just wanted to see what you'd do.

( Testing boundaries, crumbling those feeble denials to lay bare the true desires beneath, and syringes. The trifecta that made up their entire relationship. )