"That won't be a problem," Mohinder replied with a grin half obscured by worry. If he falls wrong, if the scraggly looking bushes scratch something important (like an eye, perhaps), they're done for. But he wants to do this. Matt just said it not too long before. You protect family.

He wanted Matt to stay in his family after all. He hadn't lied when he said he trusted him. Mohinder trusted the larger man more than he really knew what to do with.

Kneeling on the outside ledge, facing the building, Mohinder took hold of one of Matt's hands and slowly dangled himself over the edge. The ledge dug painfully into his chest as he gripped at Matt's other wrist firmly.

If he could be lowered just a little more--

He realised a little too late that he'd be falling blind and tried not to panic before he let go. A soft, 'ooph' sort of yell left his throat as he dropped and landed. A few scrapes, some leaves in his hair but--

I'm alive! Loud enough?