Angela; the first and only Petrelli he had ever really trusted, Angela was his oldest and best friend. She had always been there for him, she had been that friendly face in the Company you could trust. Unspoken rules and unspeakable promises had been made, and honoured by the two over the years but he wouldn't change it for the world. She looked out for him, and he did the same for her, it was just the right order of things. He had to admit, there were times when they could have been become so much more than just friends, but he always managed to keep his head when things had heated up. Furthermore, he had Sandra, he wasn't going to ruin everything with her because his boss fancied him.
Following the breakdown of his marriage, Angela had told him to take some time, get his head in order and take some time to grieve essentially. She had warned him that he was volatile and vulnerable, but he had refused to listen to her. A point well proved, he remembered miserably when he lost it in front of her. He had accused her of not caring about him or her sons, he told her how he was all just a pawn in her game and she had never thought better of him for the work he did. It was the point where he had raised his voice and gained a familiar, angry glint in his eye that Angela had told him she thought it was best if they didn't see each other for a while. Like a lover being blown off, he skulked away knowing that she had said, with some conviction, that she never wanted to see him again.
Claude; Noah had respected Claude hugely; working with him had been the most fun, but trying of times. Claude had a way to make everything seem to mean nothing to him, he could detach himself from a situation so easily and Noah had always envied that. He mulled things over for days afterwards, continued to beat himself up over something unavoidable or unpredictable. That was just his nature, and Claude had seized every opportunity to rib him about it. To him, Noah would always be the rookie and he would be the master, no matter what. Until the moment Claude betrayed the Company and Noah had to do the right thing by everyone. It wasn't a particularly easy task for him, but he knew it had to be him that did it. Noah missed Claude, shooting him had been a necessary evil, but it didn't mean he had enjoyed it. He had effectively condemned his friend to death, and he hated himself for it. He would have given anything to have Claude back, as he sprawled out on the rooftop.
Elle; the person who had helped find, and turn Gabriel Gray into a monster, had fallen by his hands and Noah missed her so much. They were both responsible for making Gray into the killing machine he had become, but Elle had not deserved to fall for him then fall foul of him. Watching Elle and Sylar together down the scope of his sniper rifle, he had felt sick. Of all the people to fall for she had picked the most devious, horrendous monster going, and he made it well known that she was nothing to him. Noah remembered meeting Elle in the Company building a couple of times, he had liked her but thought that she deserved so much more than the Plexiglas cell she had grown up in. She had been a good kid, slightly misguided and desensitized, Bob had seen to that. But when Noah had ended up behind the glass, she had checked up on him, looked after him in a way and he would never forget that. The day he heard what Sylar had done to her; slicing her head open despite already possessing her power and then burning her body, Noah had never wanted to kill that son of a bitch more than ever; he wanted to avenge Elle's death.
Lauren; continuing with his Company theme, Lauren had been special. For years, they visited the Burnt Toast Diner for the worst pancakes either of them had ever tasted. She had alluded to liking him as more than just colleagues, but he had tried to look past that. He had Sandra at the time and he hadn't needed to complicate the working relationship with the woman he respected. She had taken the lead, offered him her room key and he had taken her up on it, just not in the way she had initially hoped. He had kicked himself afterwards, regretted the decision he had made but once he found out she had called in the services of the Haitian, he knew nothing could ever happen after that. He missed Lauren, he missed being able to talk to her about anything and he missed being able to start each day gazing into her eyes.
Matt; Noah still seethed every time he thought about what Parkman, Petrelli and Suresh did to him in that motel room. Suresh and Peter had been there, and although they didn't really try to stop Matt, Noah didn't place blame on them. Matt had tied him to the chair, twice. Matt had ripped the memories from him in the most painful manner available to him. Matt had subjected him to absolute torture for hours, something that very nearly killed him. Parkman had abused his powers, psychological torture ranked highly on the absolute power corrupts list. If Parkman hadn't tore each piece of information from him in such a violent manner, he might have been a little more forthcoming and volunteered it instead. The drugging, the beating, the threat of having a gun shoved in his face hammered home to Noah just how terrifying it must have been for those who he had accosted over his time with the Company.
Danko; he was the very man that had forced Noah on the run. Without Danko's intervention and his betrayal by siding with Sylar, Noah might not have ended up losing everything. He had known trusting Danko would be a big mistake, but he was just following orders. That said, it was following orders that very nearly got him killed when Danko's men turned their weapons on him after shooting who he thought was Sylar in disguise. He hadn't hated Danko enough to wish death on him, but when he found his mutilated body, two feelings had flooded over him. One had been the obvious sorrow, but the second he had kept hidden, in fear of anyone else finding out and that had been relief. The relief had washed over him because his fickle friend was no longer a problem. With Danko dead, Noah could take pleasure in remembering how he had played him at his own game; pretending to be Sylar who had shape shifted into Noah had been the most fun he had ever had at work.
Thompson; Noah blamed him for everything. If he had never met Thompson, he never would have joined the Company, he never would have left his wife in the situations he had done, he never would have ruined a 22 year marriage through lies and he certainly wouldn't have been on a roof contemplating ending his life. Thompson had made sure the Company became Noah's life, he pushed and pushed, and Noah had taken it all on board and given more than enough dedication over the years. That might have been why bringing down the Company had been such an easy decision for him, and it had been even easier to put a bullet in the back of Thompson. Given the choice of letting Thompson kill Parkman, or killing his boss before that happened, he would have always picked killing his boss, because there had always been something underhanded and devious about Thompson; even his agendas had ulterior motives. That was why, killing Thompson had been a necessary evil, and one Noah should have done long before.
Sylar; he was, the only human being that Noah had ever wished death upon. He was a serious piece of work, who only seemed to get stronger, to the point where he was virtually untouchable; and god did he know it. Flaunting his new powers in front of Noah had been a sure fire way to rile him, but the icing had been him violating Claire for her power. He should have known that Sylar was a cunning bastard, but he had never really thought that he would so openly affect Claire. The day he had taken her power, Noah had wanted to tear him limb for limb. For many years, Noah had hunted Sylar and he had nearly nailed him, on countless occasions, but Sylar wasn't one for staying dead it seemed. Sylar always seemed to be two steps ahead of Noah, every move he made had been meticulously planned out and executed in such a manner that Noah was made the laughing stock of every situation.