Sylar on the other hand didn't care so much if someone came across them. Of course, if they were desperate he could always just get rid of them, but then again, it wasn't like he was screaming it out at the top of his lungs or anything like that.
"But, Mohinder, I don't know who I'm going to be in a year. Or in five years. Hell, I don't even know who I'm going to be in a week. I never...I didn't plan on becoming like this. Like I was. I just don't want to screw up," he said and sighed, closing his eyes and bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "That's good though, I mean, that Molly's forgiven you in a way and all that. You need someone in your life to love and take care of. You're that type of person."
He chuckled softly and sighed, looking at the mobile again. "What if it doesn't like me Mohinder? I mean, I know it'll just be this little tiny baby, but what if it doesn't like me? I, is it weird? We haven't even gone to the doctor yet to make sure that there actually is a baby there, and yet, I would do absolutely anything for it. To make sure it stays safe and all that..." Sylar trailed off with a sigh, looking up at the sky.
He snorted with laughter at Mohinder's words and smacked him in the stomach. "Shut up." Sadly though, the fun part of their meeting was over far too soon, and he reached inside his jacket to pull from the inner pocket the small sketch book that he had been using, and handed it over to the other man. "Here. Everything's there. And I don't know, the only face that I've actually made out has been Nathan's. At least that I recognize," he said and frowned slightly.
The book was filled with drawings, and a few paintings showing what Sylar could only assume was what was to come in the near future. Nathan as President. Hooded people in orange jumpsuits. People chained to the floor. Pictures of nightmares, that was for sure.