It was in all honestly completely agonizing, the way-too-long wait between the fall and Mohinder's voice in his still somewhat sore mind. Matt had even watched him move with held breath. When he finally got the okay, he let that breath out slowly in a drawn-out sigh and leaned on the window sill, staring down at Mohinder until he got eye contact. He didn't think Mohinder would lie about any complications in this case, but being alive was broad enough to not really say anything, and he just really needed to see him move for himself before he felt completely calm.

But he seemed okay. That was cause for a very genuine relief.

Once satisfied, he motioned at him to go go go and closed the window, checking the streets for any kind of activity. There wasn't really none, but it was hard to tell if that was true for the rest of the area at the moment. And that might actually make it even more difficult to Mohinder if nobody else was out and moving anyway.

... and as Mohinder disappeared from view Matt felt immediately less happy with the plan. If there even was a plan. He hated waiting games.

He watched the street and kept an ear out for the corridor, wanting to know about any kind of activity, but his mind was trying to stay touched to Mohinder's. It was the most important thing right then.