Funny how that took on a slightly different meaning, in a way, than he'd been thinking when he said it. It had been an observation more than anything else. He was content in the moment and didn't think to question that. But the way Mohinder returned it held more weight to Matt who had really been drawing up a comparison. Mohinder offered something more personal.

Matt looked back, a little stricken. Then he cleared his throat and looked away with a smile that'd mostly read as kind of embarrassed. "Yeah", he started to say, but then he looked up at the door and shortly after that the bell rang.

Pizza time, then. He rose before Mohinder could and gestured to him that no, it was no big deal, and although he felt a bit dizzy still he didn't mind doing that much, at least. Besides, it saved him from having to actually answer.

You're a coward, Parkman.

The pizza guy looked at the bandage with unabashed curiosity but Matt didn't acknowledge it at all, just handed the kid some bills and change and then re-entered the kitchen with the pizza boxes stacked on top of each other.

"Dinner", he announced, putting them down on the table before he went for the cupboards, pausing for a moment before he pulled out a pair of glasses. "Or breakfast. I don't know."