"Yeah, I get it," he murmured, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair.

A sigh followed, and then he was reaching for one of Sylar's arms tug him up onto his shoulders. He got to his feet slowly, hovering up off the ground just a bit in order to cheat gravity and the extra dead weight, and chanced her a glance. Sure, he could bear his weight to where ever they were headed, but ...

"You want to -- I mean, I could just get our stuff so we don't have to come back, if you could carry him."