This scene would never stop Mohinder's heart from fluttering. He smiled, watching Matt with Molly. Mohinder got so many nights with the girl that he never minded giving Matt alone time with Molly. She needed them both for different reasons after all and quality time together should never be squandered.

"She is amazing," he agreed. Mohinder crossed from the kitchen where he'd been washing ice cream bowls and spoons up to the doorway where Matt watched Molly, a few scant steps. He took there a moment to watch her too before he leaned across Matt to grip the knob and pull the door shut.

They stood facing one another and Mohinder's arms curled around Matt's neck as he stood on his toes to kiss him firmly. You are amazing too, he directs a thought, Matt's back shoved perhaps a little uncomfortably against the jam so that the Indian could do naughty, amazing things with his tongue inside of Matt's mouth.

He's just about to tug Matt's shirt up when the faint voice from the television mentions something about over three hundred people admitted to the hospital, all of whom had spent the day at Coney Island. Fevers, sudden collapses--

Mohinder pulls back as if Matt burned him, eyes wide.