No, wait, damn it. "Mohinder--" He made one or two indecisive movements before he followed the other man, reaching out to touch his shoulder, wanting him to turn around. "Mohinder, wait."

They normally fought. And even though Matt hadn't initiated the typical yelling match it was somehow upsetting to see Mohinder more or less give up. It worried him in a way because he wasn't ure if he'd just managed to cause more damage than ... well, than usual.

So he rubbed a hand over his neck and shifted an apologetic look to his friend, but there was a pull to his mouth that still told of the underlying problem and some of the remaining frustration.

"Look, I'm sorry. Could we - not do this? I'll tell you if there's something you need to know. Okay? Just ... not now."