"They're eleven hours ahead of us," Mohinder mutters, hips sticking out over the waistband of his jockey shorts, tee shirt riding up over the small of his back before catching on the bandages around his ribs. He didn't care how undressed he was right now. Everything hurt and getting up wasn't an option. "That makes it after midnight." Thank God. "I'll call when I wake up." It felt like he could sleep for days and if that was what his body wanted, that was what his body would get.

He could feel Matt shifting around over there and he reached blindly for the other man to wrap his fingers around his shirt and tug him down. The act itself might not be entirely successful, but it should have gotten his point across.

Lay down.

"Call Molly, find a ready to move in flat, sign a lease, drop our things there, go get Molly--" There might be a few more steps in there too but Mohinder's half eating the pillow.