Mohinder stares at the phone for a few seconds before he reaches for it. He likely doesn't realize how closely he's being monitored, or that Bruce is watching him now, looking at the name that appears across the screen. He nearly puts the phone down, but something possesses him just before voice mail picks up to roll over and press the phone to his cheek.

"Hi," he says simply, not so much in the mood to talk. He completes his turn, knees up, and curls on the other side of the bed.