Sylar

“So it is.” Adam replied, briefly raising his eyes to the sky, as if the already landing pieces of ice weren’t evidence enough. But Gabriel had already pulled away - that vague sense of yearning whenever he lost the heat of another with him, on him, beneath him, kicked in - and so the decision was already made. The blond immortal nodded, and placed a hand on the other’s shoulder lightly, almost as if he hadn’t intended to do it at all, before moving only a few feet to the door that lead down another floor.