[Okay, on the one hand, Sherlock just told Sylar that John had issues with his father, that his sister was an alcoholic, and there were problems with the army. Those are all things that are true, but he'd rather not have generally known.

Sherlock's also just laid out a rather horrifying and gruesome situation for Sylar where murder couldn't be justified, but it could be understood. The motivations, to an extent, anyway. Not only that, but he's effectively insulted Sylar to a excessive degree. To the point that John's beginning to seriously fear for Sylar's self-control and Sherlock's safety.

But then on the other hand, Sherlock has probably laid out what is one of the nicest compliments--if not the nicest compliment--John has ever received in his life. There's an honest flush that runs through him and his eye goes a bit misty... the other beginning to sting terribly and itch.

This is all a terrible sign for his current level of emotional stability. Okay. Damage control time. A little of the emotion carries in his voice, but John clears his throat to try to get rid of it.]

I'm not sure that really matters right now, Sylar. Sherlock, why don't you give him his tablet back and head down toward the fire station? We can meet in the middle and then head up to the aquarium together. Always good to stretch your legs.