"Yeah, but I can still heal Momo, I think so at least. As long as you don't like, rip my head off of my body. I'm not sure how that would work... HOWEVER, I do know that apparently this makes it able for me to like, grow back my toe if it gets chopped off. According to Claire's history at least," Sylar rambled off as he moved around to join his friend on the bench. "Besides, have you already forgotten what we talked about?" he asked, referring to their massive text message chat and finally laughed.
"Mhm, I'd like to go there sometime though, it seems really beautiful... I could never live anywhere other than New York permanently." He paused for a moment and then turned to look at Mohinder, a slight smirk spreading across his face. "Have you ever been to a baseball game? Otherwise, or well, no matter what, you have to go to a Yankees game with me," he said and nodded firmly, though before he could say any more he was distracted by there suddenly being a present that he could open.
"I didn't think you'd actually get me something," he laughed, though when he opened it he just stared at it, it making his heart tighten just a little because it was thoughtful. Very thoughtful. "Oh Mohinder, it's beautiful," he smiled, looking it over carefully before wrapping it back up and setting it aside, and then, daring to be different he leaned forward and hugged Mohinder tightly, and then chuckled when he let go.
"You know more about this whole, baby stuff than I do," he murmured, sighing and shaking his head slightly. This, getting a gift for the baby just suddenly made it all so much more real. The fact that he was going to be a father, still, after days of thinking it over the thought still made his stomach churn. He looked at the gift once again before sighing, and turning to look at Mohinder rather desperately. "I have no idea what to do Mohinder. Part of me just...just wants to run away from it all. Leave in the middle of the night, but I can't do it. But. I. I can't be a dad...I'm a murderer."