Matt snorted; he'd never forget that first encounter. Fire extinguishers to the back of the head had a way of being entirely too memorable. "Yeah, I sort of got the idea."

Just talking - that was nice. It helped him find some ground to will away the fractures from his own head. He was hardly an expert (or maybe he was, now, who else could do what he could, in all honesty?) but he didn't think anything had changed in him from the contact. Just ... the memories of the ferocity would stick around for a while. It was like having witnessed the Walker crime scene. The images haunted him still. Now the reasoning behind them would too.

After a moment of silence on his own end, his eyes idly fixed to the ceiling as he listened to the wordless melody, he reached one of his hands up to catch hold of Mohinder's lower arm. He didn't really reflect much on it - it was just a gentle hold, something to beg for a pause. His fingers had dried blood on them.

"Thanks", he said simply.