"How do we even start?" Is Charles forever tainted with his touch? Carefully, Mohinder pulls back, not quite knowing just what else of Mohinder's heart that the other has seen. It's impossible just keep thoughts to words. There are images, emotions -- There are things best left uncovered that simply can not be.

He's eager, however, to start on whatever road to recovery they can find. To be able to put up the walls Charles had, to keep himself in, he might have a normal...ish...life once more.