Matt didn't curl up when he slept. He was a big guy and usually claimed that space. Now, however, with his head still throbbing and ... yeah, spinning some, he was happy to bury himself into the mattress and burrow into the closest pillow in a way he usually didn't.

When Mohinder appeared beside him, he blinked and looked up, having listened to the other man pack up everything with his eyes drifting close. "Only when I move", he said with an expression caught somewhere between a halfway smile and completely serious. "Think we're all set?"

Aside from the fact that they had no plans for where to go, it seemed they were. Matt could sense the bit of conflict Mohinder had when he thought about it but chose not to comment on it. He hoped it'd be a good thing for all of them. Just to get away from the continuous reminders of what had happened there - to all of them, now. Before all this it had just been Mohinder who had seen bad things in the apartment. Now, Molly had too. And Matt himself.

"What time is it in India?" he asked with that reflection, watching-but-not-quite-seeing as Mohinder started shedding the first layer of clothing. That seemed like a good call, he'd just kind of faceplanted on top of the bed and settled with that for the time being for his own part. He sat up slowly, refraining from touching the head injury. "You should call Molly."