It took Mohinder a little longer to figure out what Matt meant than he perhaps would have liked but knowing his memories and his mind were open and knowing what Matt had seen were two different things. Mohinder narrowed his eyes slightly, unconsciously mirroring the head tilt Matt did when he was puzzling through a person's thoughts, until black eyes widened so abruptly that they could have well just fallen from between heavily, long lashed eyelids and rolled to the floor.

It had been bad enough to be vaguely aware that his dupe by Zane had become public knowledge. But that?--

"Yes, Matt," Mohinder spat. "Upon learning Zane Taylor was actually lying dead in Virginia and that the person I might have fancied a bit was actually the man that killed my father, I was willing to overlook those particular personality quirks and see if I could swing myself a date!" He probably should stop yelling, just in case anyone heard them. "What's more, I'm actually a closet masochist and his willingness to break a few ribs and kill Peter in front of me was quite the turn on!"