Mohinder loved watching Matt. He was larger than him, a little overweight, sure. But he held himself so well. He had grown more comfortable with himself since Mohinder had met him. Now, as he navigated the kitchen, as he settled himself for the dinner Mohinder had already moved to prepare, he was so confident. And it was wonderful to watch. He kept his thoughts more or less to himself, but he didn't try to hide them.

"Kids?" Mohinder turned and glanced over his shoulder as a much more dressed down man settled himself at the kitchen table with their fantastically mismatched chairs. The microwave dinged but the samosas were still heating on the stove. He leaned back against the nook where the refrigerator met the counter. "You're serious? That's horrible."

He was interested in Matt's work. In Matt's day. He very carefully plated the food when it was ready and settled down to chat. He curled a hand against his cheek and stifled a yawn. A four hour nap had been pleasant but it would be a little while until he was completely awake again.

"It must be difficult for you to deal with."