He'd tried to wait up. Well. He'd tried to nap a bit so he'd be fresher for Matt but-- "Slept right through my alarm," he confessed sheepishly. "But I wanted to be sure you ate something warm and I wanted to see how your day went. I'll brew some tea."

He had no intention of falling asleep right now. He could sleep in an hour or two, when Matt wound down again. When they were too tired to stay awake together. For Mohinder, this sort of quality time was important. Far more so than sleep.

He was up in a flash, electric kettle boiling the water faster than the stove, and caffeine flickered through his blood before Matt could even finish his dinner. Mohinder wasn't expecting another make out session. He'd be fine with watching late night news or catching up on television shows with Matt on the sofa.

He'd be fine just talking about the case.

Did Matt realise just how important he was to Mohinder? It went so far beyond attraction.