[Sylar wasn't certain if that was a question of who Prefect was or why Prefect. So he opted to answer both in the vaguest way.] "He's Sam's inmate. He.. has some problems of his own, understands. He's.. helped to take care of me."

"I guess." [He didn't sound so sure. Even though it wasn't so bad by the end, he had never really gotten used to sharing a mattress beneath a desk. Or the strict organization of the room. Or any of the other things that made Prefect's room so bizarrely unique. It was a refreshing break from his room, but he wasn't sure he liked Prefect's room outside of spending time with Prefect.]

"Are you staying in your room at all right now?" [It came as a sort of realization, a probing sort of question. Because the only thing better than avoiding his warden for a week was avoiding his warden for two weeks. He didn't really believe Claude suddenly gave a damn and wanted to work together.]