If Matt wanted him to stroke his hair, he really only had to say so. Mohinder would have complied. Though he couldn't read Matt's mind, as he prepared a new, fresh bandage for his head, he did lightly trace the older man's hairline to be sure he didn't bandage up his hair in the process.
He washed his hands quickly before returning to pack away their supplies for the move and was in the process of setting his laptop (thankfully unscathed) to search for apartments in their price range. They would likely have to settle. They were asking for a ready to move in flat in Brooklyn with a month to month lease. So long as there was a place for his cab and access to the subway nearby, the neighborhood itself shouldn't matter so much.
Matt wasn't just a cop, after all. He was a cop capable of telling people to back down if they got too close to their girl and have them listen without any fuss.
It didn't exactly occur to Mohinder that Matt's powers could also be used to get them a very nice apartment at a very affordable rate-- It wasn't in his thought processes at all. Matt was a protector. He wasn't a cash cow. Besides, the money Molly received from her parents was enough to put her through college and grad school and Mohinder had a bit of personal wealth as well.
He'd just sat down again when Matt threw that heartwarming sucker punch in his direction. Mohinder actually froze for a moment, eyes wide. Matt already knew that he'd had anxiety about losing Molly and Matt, but it was worth actually saying. "I can't imagine being without you," he said, and while he meant 'you' in the plural... Let's face it. Matt's not blind and not stupid. And Mohinder is... Mohinder's little crush might well be blatantly obvious by now.
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He washed his hands quickly before returning to pack away their supplies for the move and was in the process of setting his laptop (thankfully unscathed) to search for apartments in their price range. They would likely have to settle. They were asking for a ready to move in flat in Brooklyn with a month to month lease. So long as there was a place for his cab and access to the subway nearby, the neighborhood itself shouldn't matter so much.
Matt wasn't just a cop, after all. He was a cop capable of telling people to back down if they got too close to their girl and have them listen without any fuss.
It didn't exactly occur to Mohinder that Matt's powers could also be used to get them a very nice apartment at a very affordable rate-- It wasn't in his thought processes at all. Matt was a protector. He wasn't a cash cow. Besides, the money Molly received from her parents was enough to put her through college and grad school and Mohinder had a bit of personal wealth as well.
He'd just sat down again when Matt threw that heartwarming sucker punch in his direction. Mohinder actually froze for a moment, eyes wide. Matt already knew that he'd had anxiety about losing Molly and Matt, but it was worth actually saying. "I can't imagine being without you," he said, and while he meant 'you' in the plural... Let's face it. Matt's not blind and not stupid. And Mohinder is... Mohinder's little crush might well be blatantly obvious by now.