"Slipping." Mohinder liked that concept and he smiled, sleep in his eyes, just managing to keep from inviting Matt to bed with him. Not yet. They need more of these sessions, even if the offer wasn't in any way sexual. He just liked the idea of sleeping beside the other man. Hand to Matt's chest, Mohinder pressed a hand against the detective and leaned in to kiss him. "It seems I've slipped again. I'll see you tomorrow."

Matt was left watching Mohinder head back to the kitchen with the cups and the plate and, a moment later, the sound of the door to his bedroom shutting would complete the evening. It'd been a very long, strange, and heartbreaking journey from Kirby Plaza to this point.

But it'd all been worth it.