He blinks, twice, trying to clear the last of the haze.

"I," he begins at a mumble, twisting in an effort to turn his face away. It's only for a moment before his gaze snaps back, almost unbidden.

And then, incongruously: a laugh, quick and harsh and a little manic.

"And you're meant to be a doctor, too," Sylar tells him, as if he can't quite believe it.