The hand on his arm did give him pause and Mohinder shifted slightly to his side to lay his cheek against the back of the sofa. Somewhere to the left was the remains of the television and the rest of the curio cabinet was in disarray around them. "No need," he replied, fingertips pressing into Matt's chest as his eyelids fell to half mast. "But we are going to have to find a new place before we bring Molly back with us."

Eventually, Mohinder's fingers fell still in Matt's hair and perhaps he was on the verge of dozing when Peter returned. Mohinder didn't want to know where Sylar was, he didn't want to know what Peter had done with the body. There were a few nods passed around before the Indian was instructed to hold Matt's head still, on his lap.

Peter didn't bother to tease this time. He didn't really care what they did with their lives, though if anyone asked him, he thought that they were being unreasonable stupid with their fighting when it was obvious that they cared for each other. There were too many social conventions these days.

But no one asked him. So all he did was suture Matt's forehead closed and slap a better bandage on there for him. Mohinder, of course, got a once over too. A sprained wrist and two cracked ribs left Peter with not even a scrap of ace bandage left over in his bag.

"Listen guys. I think it's time I go back to my family but...uh... Listen. Thanks. For being there. And helping me. Both of you."