It was strange. It was essentially spooning. Matt was no stranger to the act itself and honestly quite liked the intimacy that came with it, but knowing that it was Mohinder made him feel all kinds of awkward about it. He more or less just let him be, trying not to think too hard about it. That said, it was a whole not nicer to think about Mohinder than Sylar and the virus, so he did when he drifted off.
And woke, almost immediately, when Mohinder left. He rolled over to his back and covered his eyes with his hands when he called out to him, not actually sure whether that had been a thought or speech and not paricularly caring either way.
"It's New York, of course they do! Don't get anything with shrimp on it", he added as he glanced at the clock as well.
Well, their sleeping schedules would be messed with for a while. Maybe just as well since Molly would probably be jetlagged to hell anyway.
He took a few more moments til he got up, dizzy from standing but knowing that he wouldn't really want to sleep if Mohinder was awake anyway. He leaned on the door frame and looked blankly at the blood stain in the living room.
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And woke, almost immediately, when Mohinder left. He rolled over to his back and covered his eyes with his hands when he called out to him, not actually sure whether that had been a thought or speech and not paricularly caring either way.
"It's New York, of course they do! Don't get anything with shrimp on it", he added as he glanced at the clock as well.
Well, their sleeping schedules would be messed with for a while. Maybe just as well since Molly would probably be jetlagged to hell anyway.
He took a few more moments til he got up, dizzy from standing but knowing that he wouldn't really want to sleep if Mohinder was awake anyway. He leaned on the door frame and looked blankly at the blood stain in the living room.