The position was a little awkward, initially, until Matt gave up trying to understand it and settled with his legs stretched out over the armrest of the couch. It was surprisingly comfortable once he let Mohinder fuss and although he found that he was still shaking a little at the hands and didn't know what to do with them, he slowly relaxed with Mohinder's predictable motions through his hair.

"If that's true, you can't have known any decent people, ever", he summarised the statement somewhat awkwardly. "I just ... did what I had to do. The right thing to do. Or that's what I hope."

He wasn't sure how to tackle the other pieces Mohinder had told him, and no, his mind still wasn't fully adding it all up, but it was pleasant nonetheless. Being liked and wanted. He'd tried to model himself a lot for Janice, try to be what she wanted or needed him to be, but Mohinder - it had never been that way between them. It was freeing, in a sense. He felt good with that.

Stretching out a hand in front of himself to find that he was still trembling slightly, he closed it into a fist ... and seemed to be struck by something amusing, despite that. He smiled a little and looked up at the younger man.

"I feel a bit like Molly, right now", he admitted in a surprisingly light tone. "I keep expecting you to sing."