"It never actually occurred to me to be wary of that possibility," Mohinder said kindly enough, and while that was true, he had worried once, briefly, that Matt might have made him do something against his will. That thought, of course, had been immediately dispersed. There was no way that Matt Parkman would ever intentionally hurt him.

For any reason.

He shifted his body to the sofa itself and gently tugged Matt's head to his lap. Don't argue with him on this one, Parkman. Mohinder had to get the bleeding under control until Peter came back to stitch him all up and having the blood run down Matt's face wasn't helping him stitch the last bandage on.

"What you've done for me in the last week, Matt-- No one's ever done that for me." He was back to stroking some of Matt's hair again, just to clear it away from his forehead. He had more bruises on his own face, drying blood at the corner of his lip. He hadn't gotten out of this encounter unscathed but he fared better than Matt did. "I don't believe you can understand what that means to me. And yes, we might not see eye to eye, but you mean more to me than you might realise either."

It sounded more romantic than Mohinder meant it to be, but coupled with the thoughts he'd been having off and on for several days now, perhaps not.