Sylar laughed, albeit quietly, and offered his brother a wan smile.

"I guess it would be a little strange if I suddenly decided I wanted to invite you over for dinner." Or breakfast, since the only two things he could manage to cook without destroying the kitchen happened to be waffles and ziti. "So, it does make sense, yes."

He paused, smile fading as Petrelli side, and listened as he went on, head tilted to one side. "It was that vivid?"