"Shh," he hushed her, running his hand up and down her back. "I've got you, Claire. I've got you. And we're safe. We're finally safe."
In a manner of speaking.
"We're in Los Angeles. A different place. You don't have to pretend here, Claire. You don't have to hide." He smiled at her mention of people from the news, knowing just who she'd been talking about. "Hiro Nakamura. My best friend. And no, that wasn't Sylar. That was Gabriel. Just Gabriel."
He held onto her just as tightly. This would have been bone-crunching contact for anyone else, but they could share it, need the closeness of it. "Where have you been hiding? I would peek... sometimes."