As Matt retreated, Mohinder followed, sitting in 'his' spot at the table, across from Matt. He laid a hand on the table, as if prepared to touch the other man, though he was fairly certain that wouldn't be wanted. It was easier to comfort women and children. Men... Men just wanted solemn nods or shoulder nudges. Camaraderie like that was more difficult for Mohinder to wrap his head around, honestly.

And still? He tried.

When Matt looked at him, all he would see was an interested, concerned friend. Mohinder might be a scientist, he might be dying to know how Matt could do what he could do, but he understood that this power was frightening to Matt-- It was frightening to him as well.

Mouth open, Mohinder shut it again and swallowed.

"I'm sorry your dad ended up being-- But Matt, you're not your father. You're a good man. A good man with a difficult ability, yes, but still a good man. The power-- It could go either way. If you use it for good-- Locking your father up? That was good. You protected our girl."