Matt was watching him with a soft expression as he ate. He offered a few more details about it - the gang setup, the surprisingly good rapport between the people working on the bust - but there was a natural lull to the discussion right then that worked out well given the late hour.

Molly, despite being slightly fidgety in a way that likely wouldn't go away for years, wasn't having any nightmares. Matt checked fleetingly when he went to do the dishes but wasn't consciously touching any of Mohinder's thoughts. He caught the vague indication of the sofa, though, and remained standing for that reason when he wiped his hands on a towel.

"You know what I think we should do?" he said, an earnest quality to his voice. "Just ... talk, for a bit. What do you think?"

Mohinder looked a little tired still but less drowsy, and Matt was headed that way too now when the adrenaline of the bust had really faded away. But they were both awake and none of them aiming for sleep for a while yet.

They'd spent some time starting to get to know each other physically, so it might be a good idea to actually get to know each other as people. Without yelling, misunderstandings or a sole focus on their ward.