Mohinder's laughter reverberated through his back and against Matt's chest. His eyes fell onto Molly's door, the girl inside asleep with her hair done up in braids so it would be wavy in the morning. He could spend many evenings like this, though perhaps it was silly to imagine a future when they'd only just been given a chance to really try for a present.

"I don't want to say that you were right," he teased. "It might inflate you ego to portions even I couldn't manage." His head shifted until it was tucked neatly under Matt's head and his fingers traced little patterns in pale skin.

It was indulgent. He couldn't apologise for that either.

"You were right though. They were using me. Both sides. Well it doesn't matter now. You were just trying to protect me from myself and protect Molly from what was obviously folly."