[ Mohinder, meanwhile, is still mostly naked and seems to not care a whit about it. He's already made the mental note that he seems to have a higher operating temperature. But that's for later, when they're properly testing everything. Right now, he's happy to lie with Sylar in the grass. And to ask him uncomfortable questions, apparently.

The comment about his beauty makes him smile wistfully, looking rather bashful at the compliment. Of course he knows he's desirable now, after their recent escapades, but while he was crossing the country on his father's mission? Not so much.

His brow knots as Sylar trails off, though. It's almost difficult to call up something so serious at the moment. His brain doesn't want to entertain all of the baggage he's had with Sylar, lest it bury them both. But maybe things are different now?

Of course they are. He reaches up for Sylar's chin and gently turns it back to look him in the eye. ]

That- I can't say I know that for sure. What I do know, though, is that two impossible things have already happened tonight. How are we to know what we're truly capable of, good or bad, happy or unhappy?

[ He reaches for a free hand from Sylar. If allowed, he will intertwine his fingers with the other man's. Either way, he speaks softly as he continues. ]

What was it you wanted, in Montana? You've never had a problem telling me your desires before.