"Not many, perhaps," Mohinder replied, finishing the last of the bandages and balling the wrappings up in his hand to throw out later. Why he was still trying to be neat was beyond him. He'd lost the deposit long ago and he could hardly be accused of caring less than he did at that moment. "Though I thought you were one of the bad guys when we first met." And how quickly had that changed?
Mohinder took to stroking Matt's hair full time as he glanced at the way the detective's hand shook. There really wasn't anything he could do for that, to be honest. It was all nerves and Matt was a ball of them. He could feel it in the way he shifted his weight and the way he sort of lost focus talking.
Sylar's mind-- It must have been awful. Worse than Matt had tried to convey.
"I must tell you, Molly's hair is nicer," Mohinder joked, though he did start to hum, if only to try and calm his friend down, free hand lighting gently on Matt's chest and eyes focused on the curve of his lips...or the oozing head wound he kept wishing would disappear.
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Mohinder took to stroking Matt's hair full time as he glanced at the way the detective's hand shook. There really wasn't anything he could do for that, to be honest. It was all nerves and Matt was a ball of them. He could feel it in the way he shifted his weight and the way he sort of lost focus talking.
Sylar's mind-- It must have been awful. Worse than Matt had tried to convey.
"I must tell you, Molly's hair is nicer," Mohinder joked, though he did start to hum, if only to try and calm his friend down, free hand lighting gently on Matt's chest and eyes focused on the curve of his lips...or the oozing head wound he kept wishing would disappear.