The question did cause him to reflect, because he'd just noticed it, the thinking - he hadn't really considered what tipped him off. And that was them when they were good with each other, really: Mohinder making him think and being interested in something he did or said, and Matt able to provide insight and feeling like he was learning something about either himself or Mohinder (because by learning about his research, you invariably learned something about him, too). At their best, that exchange evolved into comfortable (and sometimes not-so-comfortable) teasing. At their best, they acted like a family.

God, he missed Molly so much. He wasn't sure how many days it had been since he'd seen her - probably only two, maybe three, but he felt like a very real part of him was missing. And now in the middle of all this he wasn't sure when he'd get to see her again.

But Mohinder was smiling at him and he smirked tiredly back at him. There was that, at least.

"Wouldn't bet on it. You might want to consider the floor, doc."

The sad part was that it looked like the most viable option. Any sofas were occupied or moved out of the way - more poeple than Mohinder needed the sleep, especially with the darkness outside. When had the whole thing started? Just before lunch time? The sun had set a while ago.