"Mattresses on the floor are rather chic," Mohinder replied with a laugh. "Brooklyn has an influx of... Wait, I know the term." He moved to kneel beside Matt, actually his height and no longer having to look up to smile into his eyes. "Hipsters! Seems a bit their style."

His fingers found the curve of one shoulder and almost like an octopus, Mohinder slipped just a little closer to Matt. Initiating intimacy had never been one of Mohinder's problems and the addition of his nose against Matt's ear likely confirmed that.

"At least it's comfortable," he purred. Yes, purred. To call that breathy whisper anything else would do it a disservice. "And better than a sofa."