When he finally did pick up on it, Adam glanced over to Sylar’s face while the other’s eyes remained closed, studying and looking for something that went without words. Something he wasn’t sure he’d be able to find unless Sylar looked back at him. The eyes - no matter how dark, bleak, or hollow Sylar believed his own to be - were the number one betrayers of emotion.

He reached his hand out of his coat pocket, and gently placed it on top of Sylar’s own. The other man’s hand was just as cold as the snow, perhaps even colder if that was possible, but Adam did not hesitate to keep it there.

After having waited a few moments, he spoke softly, “Gabriel…” If that didn’t get the other to open his eyes, nothing would. “I won’t be dying any time soon.”