[ OOC: Sorry for the delay! Got tangled up in rl. :( ]
As the orderlies arrived at his door promptly fifteen minutes prior to the appointed time of their meeting, Gabriel couldn't help but mildly look forward to meeting his third doctor in a succession of unimpressive health practitioners. He had learned quite quickly how uncomfortable it could be if a person of authority has a folder full of information gathered on you that they could reference quicker than Gabriel could get dressed in the morning, and more than anything, Gabriel hated being at a loss. The mild sedatives prescribed to him for this meeting were weaker than the last two times they had been when he met with others, especially that evening he had shared with Door before she disappeared. He had had nothing to do with that, honest, but even still it had been a long while that he had been shut up inside his room since. He didn't think he was actually suspected of anything, which was good. He would hate to jump out of line now.
But he liked this new level of sedation, his movement faster than sluggish for once, his neural responses mostly alert instead of miles behind him. They also hadn't brought the straight jacket with them this time and that truly did surprise him, and pleasantly to boot. Chalking it up to months of surprisingly good behavior on his part, despite the occasional sarcastic comment and his general refusal to cooperate, Sylar had been nothing but sweet and docile. Even the notes that he slipped back and forth to the other miscreants in the hallways were shy-sounding and almost childlike in nature, sort of playful instead of misleading and threatening. For the first time in a while it seemed that Sylar was content to abandon his perpetual hunt, and in his silence Gabriel was whispering under the doorway.
He walked the distance of hallways and offices flanked all the time by his band of chosen orderlies, though with his own distinct sense of much delayed urgency. The last time Gabriel had had the pleasure of leaving his cell of a bedroom was too long ago to properly remember, and had probably been a session with the lately absent Dr. Queen, who had begged off his case shortly after due to troubles with case load. But that was the way it was, and couldn't be helped. And though meeting with doctors, or therapists, or whatever they were content to call themselves, Gabriel didn't really care, offered him the escape from the monotony of life confined to single room, he found the experience tedious at best. Mohinder had been entertaining to rattle and Queen almost impossible to derail, but it was only a passing hobby for Gabriel. He couldn't be bothered talking to someone that couldn't possibly comprehend what he was telling them.
Some people just didn't have the capacity to understand.