['Assist' may not be the correct term for it, as Mohinder takes over the whole operation immediately. The only reason he doesn't tear the shirt is because Mohinder becomes interested in feeling the skin underneath. While his left hand tugs the shirt up, the right rests on Sylar's chest, feeling the man's heart beat under him.]

Accusation? No, that is just fact.

[He says it like a sweet nothing into Sylar's ear. As he does, he tosses the shirt towards the car. Then he swings his legs under him and bounces up into a standing position. He doesn't give Sylar any of his personal space back, though- instead he keeps the man on his haunches by running fingers through his hair.]

It broke my heart when I found out you weren't Zane, you know. That you were using me. I'd fallen in love, and you- well, you were just laughing at me, behind your mask.

[His fingers curl under Sylar's chin, bringing it up so Sylar's looking him in the eye. Mohinder's eyes are half-lidded, expression inviting, even as he asks something so much heavier.]

Are you saying that's not how it was?