Mohinder took his time packing Molly's things. He'd sent her off with most of it, but there were boxes to be filled with toys and books and her hair things. He folded up her uniform carefully and tucked little socks in the spaces left over. Matt had less things to worry about and Mohinder barked at him to go to bed the first time he caught the larger man looking dizzy. "You've lost entirely too much blood. My room. I mean it. I'll be in in a moment."

He packed a dufflebag with the remaining pieces of Matt's wardrobe and a few nicknacks from his father's initial stay at the place. He set the packed things by the door and followed Matt, as promised, to his room to pack up his suitcase.

Maybe he spent too much time trying to choose his clothing, maybe he was just delaying the inevitable. Leaving tomorrow, as ready as he was for it, was a big move. They hadn't even looked anywhere...but a short term lease ought to be just fine until they could get something more permanent.

Once he'd finished folding up jeans and underwear, Mohinder sighed and carefully climbed into bed beside Matt. "How's your head?" he asked softly, hands to himself this time. "Still dizzy?"