“You’re still conscious and thinking. It can’t be too severe.” Adam said while he took off his own overcoat, a lined sweater on underneath that. The removal of his own coat caused a brief shudder to run up his spine, but nothing in comparison to Gabriel’s own constant movements, the dark haired immortal being something of a priority at the moment to Adam. He stepped close enough to hold the relatively warm and dry overcoat to Gabriel, “But we can’t have it getting any worse.”

If Sylar was to go unconscious on their way back home, without any form of transportation, it would quickly become a lengthy journey Adam would rather not make. Not if he could keep the other awake long enough before his body shut down into a temporary sleep.