Matt rolled his eyes, but he obeyed. And gave Mohinder a sideways look that basically said that it was his own fault right now if his thoughts were heard, however slightly apologetic. Not that either of them seemed to mind the telepathy at the moment, but Matt had to wonder why the hell his scars were on topic. He didn't like them, personally. Messy reminders of a near death experience.

"You're not thinking in Hindi", he said, like he was reminding him, thumbing slightly at the bandage himself before he let his hand fall so Mohinder wouldn't get the chance to give him a reproachful look about it. The same kind of look he'd given him the first time he'd referred to the language as Indian. "Sorry. I'll try not to."

It was something he'd kept as a rule of thumb when he moved in - to not listen to people's thoughts unless he had to. He obviously couldn't keep that up all the time but he was normally better at it than this, and that probably had to do with the lack of wanting to keep people out of his head during the last few days. He hadn't really closed off yet. He knew that Mohinder often didn't mind, but he still tried to make the effort.

Drumming his fingers against his knee, he added, "Pretty sure we're out unless you want Molly's. They do make veggie pizzas, you know."