Sylar was silent for a moment, considering, and then, "Coke sounds good."

He fell back into silence after that, still moving around the room idly, pausing only every so often to examine one thing or another that had caught his attentions. For as off as he seemed, however, there was no fury in the way he moved, nothing that suggested that he was having issues with the hunger. More he just seemed like someone who had been injured and told that a doctor would see him soon, only to be confined to oblivion in a waiting room somewhere and was rapidly becoming frustrated with the situation.

He didn't stay quiet for too long, though, not wanting his brother to press him again. "So, I told you I talked to our mother a few weeks back." It seemed as good a place as any to start.