"I'll just pick off the meat if you want to get pepperoni." Guess who was about to have to conversations at once? This guy here. Even as he pulled up the bandage, the pad of which was covered in blood, and tilted Matt's head back so that the light from the hanging kitchen fixture could shine on his face, he purposefully directed his thoughts to the telepath about how tiring it was to speak in one language and think in another.

Perhaps in a few hours he might get annoyed by the invasion of privacy, but they'd just survived two near death experiences and that was more than enough to forge a friendship where little things like mind reading could be overlooked.

Just don't hold my thoughts against me. What's the number for the pizza place?

"I think it's saved in my mobile."

Hold still. I need to get the alcohol.

"Before Molly, I wouldn't have thought to keep a first aid kit around the flat."

The varying conversation came easily for Mohinder even as he snatched his phone off of the charger and thumbed through his contact list on the way to the bathroom. It took four rings before it was answered. Just as well. He ordered two large pizzas, one plain and one meat lover's and some fries as well before slipping the phone back into Matt's hand with the number for his mother's home dialed.

Head back. It's going to sting. But he's blow on it to calm it down.