“Backwards. Just over there,” Adam replied with no sarcasm intended, eyes flickering over Sylar’s expression, and let it his explanation end with just that in favor of tugging Gabriel back onto his lips.

He continued dragging the other along with him, until his back was finally against the outer wall of the small room built solely for the purpose of sheltering the roof access stairwell. Far enough away for now, and although they should go inside, out of the cold, and somewhat more solid than what they were dealing with now - a frozen, likely deteriorating wall – but Adam wanted this without any further distractions. The longer you leave someone alone in their thoughts, the more doubt can cloud their minds. He didn’t want there to be any doubt or regret in this.