"We aren't doing anything," Mohinder said immediately, a smile touching his lips but not his eyes. "I'm not angry with you." Actually, he'd been agreeing. If Matt had been thinking about Janice, or about his job, perhaps about Molly, or if something caused him to be sad, who was the Indian to insist on having a heart to heart? "I over reacted, it seems." He hoped.

Leaning his shoulder against the door for a moment, his head gave a little nod.

"Everything between us is fine." If only he believed that himself. Nothing was fine. Not now at least. But it would be. Mohinder just needed to delve back into work where even the thought of romance was utterly beyond him.

He did, however, need some space. A week here without Matt would do him the most good.

"If you need help packing or want to make another trip to sight see before you leave, give me about an hour and we can do that."