Gabriel wasn't going to cry no matter how emotionally wrung out that he felt. All of the weight from the things that he had found out since arriving was weighing on him. He knew, intellectually, that Sylar was not him. He knew that he was a different person, but emotionally, he couldn't help the weight of guilt that was settling on his shoulders. As much as people telling him that they weren't his sins to atone for helped, he still felt indirectly responsible. If only he had been able to control himself... If only.
Taking Maya's hand, his gentle, tentative, and cautious for fear of frightening her, Gabriel turned his eyes down to meet herself, gaze through heavy set frames as he offered her a very weak smile, his expression showing the weight of the last few months all too clearly.
"Still," Gabriel said quietly. "If there's anything I can do, I want to." There wasn't anything he could do to change what had happened, but maybe he could make it easier for her to adjust to being here.