Talk? The way Mohinder's eyes glow away the remainder of sleep should have given Matt every indication that talking was probably the best thing he could have mentioned for the evening's entertainment. They'd talked, surely, but Mohinder still knew so very little about Matt that it might well fill a shoe box.

"Better idea," he countered just the same, standing up to stretch long legs. "I'll put on some cookies--" Molly had forced him to buy a tube of dough with her annoyingly blue eyes and horribly adorable smile. "You put on something more comfortable, and we'll talk over sweets and milk."

As much as he liked Matt in a dress shirt and slacks, tie loose and sleeves rolled up, he still preferred him in a tee shirt and sleeping trousers. It made him look...

Cuddly.

Perhaps he ought to keep that to himself.

After shooing Matt away and setting the oven for ten minutes, Mohinder straightened up the couch and poured two glasses of milk before he took his spot, turned to look towards where Matt would sit.

"Where do we start?" he asked when everything was settled and a plate of still too hot to eat cookies took up the space on the sofa between them. "Us? Molly...?" You?