Matt let him go and shifted to lean against the desk instead, arms crossed over his chest as he looked on as Mohinder picked at things, contemplating. Hoping the blood would really work but uncertain what it meant if it did. Could it be a bargaining chip? It should be. But you couldn't make Matt trust the company to save his life.

Then came the explanation, the apology. Matt frowned slightly, searching Mohinder's face. He didn't really have to since it was all in his mind, but he didn't want to add insult to injury.

"Yeah. I know."

He said it with enough certainty to be convincing, but there was still the tentativeness that clearly spoke of how uncertain he still was of the situation they were all in. And the ones they had been in, for that matter. But he did know, because the amount of regret in Mohinder's mind had been clear enough. And he'd heard it earlier in the day. The guilt.

"Look, we'll ... we'll stick together. We'll fix this. Figure Sylar out later." His expression was troubled for quite a few reasons now, and it took him another moment to voice one of them. "Just tell me you don't still ..."

He gestured vaguely, but thought Mohinder would get it. He looked a bit apologetic to ask, but at the same time wary of the answer - it was something he had to sort out. Needed to hear.