"I wouldn't exactly say that I'm a loner," Mohinder said, pushing the empty cookie plate aside and to the table with their empty milk glasses. He might not look like it, and he certainly might not sound like the sort, but tactile touch was extremely important to him and... They could talk and touch at the same time. Quite forward, certainly more forward than Janice had ever been, Mohinder leaned back against Matt and pulled one large arm around his waist. Because he could. Because he wanted to. Because Matt's shoulder made an excellent pillow.

If he ended up shocking Matt a bit by that somewhat catlike need for physical affection, he didn't notice.

"I'm a bit singled minded you might say. Monorailic." A one track mind never sounded so scientific until it was put that way. "But you know that. We had a few dozen arguments about putting my pursuit of the Company before Molly's well being." He wasn't accusing Matt at all.

The thought actually made him smile.

"You're the only person in my life that's ever tried to snap me back to the real world." His fingers lightly cradled Matt's elbow. "I can't begin to express my gratitude for that. It takes companionship and caring to realise just how lonely my life had been."