Almost too tired to be excited about a soft couch to sit on and the potential of actual food for him to eat, Mohinder still shuffled right into the kitchen and pulled open the refrigerator, ignoring smiling faces of the family that use to live here stuck under colourful magnets. He didn't want to know if he'd seen them, if they passed through his lab. Instead, he focused on the contents. Milk. Eggs... The expiration date on those were fine. He could have the first, but didn't typically eat the latter. That didn't mean he couldn't make Matt something a little more protein efficient. He was still suffering from the headache after all. Setting those on the counter, he squeezed tomatoes from the crisper and found some mushrooms as well. Omelet then.
Matt was set.
For himself, there were frozen meatless hamburger patties. Someone must be health conscious as Mohinder didn't expect the average Texan to really care about vegetarianism due to all of the cattle farms in the state. While the meal wouldn't be great, it was good enough.
It was likely better than Matt himself would have done. Mohinder had always been a bit of a chef when it came to their small family. Molly's lunches were often elaborate, something he put together each night special. He use to carry out a napkin and a pen for Matt to write the girl a note to tuck into it, claiming that these things were important to make sure she was well adjusted.
He should have called her while he had the chance, he realized, flipping the omelet onto a plate and telling Matt to dig in. His own meal was already warmed in the microwave.
It was the first time they'd sat down to really eat together since Molly started having her nightmares. Conversation was, understandably, limited for half of the meal until it gave Mohinder enough energy to try and smile.
"You know, when I said we ought to look for a larger place, this wasn't entirely what I meant... But do you think we should move out of the city? I know, for your work, you have to be nearby, but do you think we could afford a place with a yard?"
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Matt was set.
For himself, there were frozen meatless hamburger patties. Someone must be health conscious as Mohinder didn't expect the average Texan to really care about vegetarianism due to all of the cattle farms in the state. While the meal wouldn't be great, it was good enough.
It was likely better than Matt himself would have done. Mohinder had always been a bit of a chef when it came to their small family. Molly's lunches were often elaborate, something he put together each night special. He use to carry out a napkin and a pen for Matt to write the girl a note to tuck into it, claiming that these things were important to make sure she was well adjusted.
He should have called her while he had the chance, he realized, flipping the omelet onto a plate and telling Matt to dig in. His own meal was already warmed in the microwave.
It was the first time they'd sat down to really eat together since Molly started having her nightmares. Conversation was, understandably, limited for half of the meal until it gave Mohinder enough energy to try and smile.
"You know, when I said we ought to look for a larger place, this wasn't entirely what I meant... But do you think we should move out of the city? I know, for your work, you have to be nearby, but do you think we could afford a place with a yard?"