That did so very little to assuage his fears, Matt really ought to have realised that, esspecially when Mohinder shifted to move himself away from the cooler and kneel somewhat expectantly in front of Matt. Big eyes lifted, he watched the larger man as if waiting for more information.

When nothing came, he leaned in, hand on Matt's other knee. Honestly, Mohinder had been in America long enough to know that men didn't touch each other that way. Then again, they'd been stealing clandestine kisses after Molly had been put to bed every single night since their first kiss in the kitchen.

Sometimes they even took a tumble in bed together, clothing all neatly kept in place, of course, but whether out loud or not, they were in a relationship of sorts and that allowed for that sort of touching, surely.

"About her adoption? Oh God, we ought to have stuck with you being her actual father--" he lamented.