Too many thoughts, too many things to say. Mohinder sometimes forgot that, even for a telepath, Matt might have trouble following his stream of consciousness. It took a moment to determine that the detective did not mean to question the decision to move some place larger when they settled back home and into a proper routine again with Molly.

"Our escape...?" He tilted his head very slightly, eyebrow arching while he made a very small gesture towards the window. To emphasise his point, he even undid the latch and pushed the window up as far as it could go. And that? That wasn't really all that far, now that he looked at it. He could have Matt feed him through on his stomach, feet first and perhaps lower him as much as he could until the fall was six feet? Perhaps seven.

Mohinder was terrible with distance calculations.

"The real question is: how will I rescue you once I'm out there?" he mused out loud, as if this method of egress had already been decided upon.