Pressing the phone against his shoulder, Mohinder gave Matt a look that was more exaggerated than actual. He couldn't stop smiling, both at the way Matt fought him pathetically off and at the conversation. "If you want to get this infected, by all means, be a child. And if she's bringing it home, you'll either have to give up your bedroom or we'll need a den."

It sounded a little more like flirting than Mohinder intended but he stood by his assessments, dabbing once more at the stitches for good measure before he pulled the phone to his ear.

"Why are you fussing?" the girl demanded almost immediately and Mohinder shot Matt a look and handed over the cotton.

"Matt hurt himself. Nothing terrible, he got a few stitches in his head--"

"Stitches again? In his head? What are you guys doing over there?" Molly was not about to take bullshit so rather than lie, Mohinder decided to talk her a different truth.

"We need to move out of the apartment, Molly. Bit of a slip before we started packing. It's nothing at all to worry about," he promised. "He's being a baby. I wish you were here to hold his hands again like last time."

She giggled, evidently buying it. For now. "Make sure you bring my crayons."

"They're already packed."

"Do I have to change schools again...?"

Mohinder glanced at Matt and thought the question to him. "I don't think so. We're going to try to find a bigger place so Matt doesn't have to sleep on the couch or share a room with you. And the elephant."

If she hadn't been excited already, she certainly was now. It meant that they were staying together. As a family. "I love you, Mohinder!"

"Love you too. Put my mother on would you?"

Hindi filled the house for the next ten minutes, during which Mohinder once again attacked Matt's head wound. He had to make travel arrangements and she forced him to agree to stay for a day or two this time. He figured that was fair. Matt and Molly could go home without him for a few days.

Suppose that's it then, he thought as he hung up. This is officially home.