Time-- Why did time matter? They were having a lovely time here, all mostly over clothing touching and exploring and breaking in the new mattress without a frame to support it. In all honesty, Mohinder had very little recognition that time had passed at all. His mind, along with everything else, was just a little preoccupied in the most pleasant of ways. Though they'd not even made it past first base, not that Mohinder used Baseball euphemisms to describe parts of his sex life, this had been so extremely intimate.

Being with Matt, with a telepath, was a unique experience. One that left him buzzing now that the voice that sounded gravelly even in his head once more touched his ears.

Time. Turning his head, and trying not to dislodge the detective, Mohinder scowled at the solid red light that denoted that Matt had about twenty minutes to get to the precinct. Which meant--

"You probably ought to have left five minutes ago," he said, blinking, and pushed Matt off of him to shoo the larger man along.