Matt played with the towel in his hands as he felt Mohinder's fingers gently press over his temple. Now, when Peter was gone? It was like things crawled to a halt. He felt slow, sluggish, even his thinking stopped, everything but the emotions, and he felt shaky. Keeping his eyes down, he closed his fingers tighter around the damp fabric he was holding the more he listened.

"No, you wouldn't have", he said in a low tone, angling his head away for a moment to glance up at Mohinder briefly before his gaze fell again. He grimaced faintly as Mohinder's fingers returned to the tender skin around the cut. "He was ... he kept thinking ..."

He didn't quite manage to figure out what he wanted to say because he didn't really have words. There hadn't been too many sentences. Just a lot of impressions. And that was new, too. He distantly remembered telling it to Janice, saying that he could only hear thoughs, not see them. That seemed muddled now. He was sure there'd been pieces of memories in all the chaos.

He trailed off and then just finished, bluntly, "He liked seeing you hurt."