"Do you like the beach, Matt?" Zahra asked, unaware of the conversation between her son and the man he venomously denied he was involved with in any way and yet looked at him so affectionately. Mohinder had rarely been able to hide anything from her.

Mother's intuition aside, she'd cultivated a relationship with her son that allowed her to feel safe coming to her for anything. Even if he was nearing his mid thirties now, he was still her little boy, spending his days reading books than running around outside with the other boys. He was too smart for his own good. Just like his father in so many ways.

"Or are you interested in visiting the temple with me?"

Mohinder winced a little. "Amma--"

She hushed him immediately. "A cultural exchange, Mohinder. It's beautiful inside and your...friend...might enjoy himself."

I feel I should have warned you a little more for this, he pushed towards Matt, apologetically, and lightly stroked back Molly's braided hair over her shoulder when she complained that he was dripping on her...but hardly seemed to mind.

Even when he wet-dogged her, shaking his head vigorously. She laughed and even his mother seemed to relent.