He lets out an 'oomph' noise when he's light lightly in the stomach, over exaggerating the hit. "You're just paranoid, Gabriel." He smiles some, "I was afraid Molly was going to hate me when I told her Parkman and I don't live together any longer. She asked me if that was what a divorce felt like and when I saw the tears in her eyes it was like someone tried to rip my heart out. I felt... horribly guilty. Still do, but she's young, she doesn't understand that people move on. I mean... to Parkman, I went missing. Pinehearst was breathing down my neck every waking hour. I don't want to have to explain to her what happened to me; what I did. So I won't."
He smiles a little. "You're dedicated to him or her. He's your responsibility; he relies on you to keep him safe and to love him with your whole heart. I think you'll be a fantastic father Gabriel, just remember though, what I said. It's not about what happened in your past. You're a changed man now. You're not Sylar." He takes a small breath. "You're not Zane..." He tries to mask the disappointment in his voice. "You're Gabriel Gray."
He takes the sketchbook, flipping through it. "What the Hell is this..." he mutters, eyes slowly scanning the pages with increased horror. "Do you think there is going to be a war?" He asks, biting his lip a little. "Seems like it all starts with Nathan Petrelli... have you spoken to him about this? He needs to know about this. This can't happen." He stops on one sketch of a man looking through the scope of a sniper, studying it for a moment. "This isn't good..."