Matt reached out. Squeezed his shoulder. It was nice how with the intimacy that they now had there was a lot more certainty in gestures like that. Before that kiss in the kitchen Matt wouldn't have been likely to touch Mohinder at all, but now he did and looked him in the eyes and even though his own gaze had something stern about it there was a different dimension to just ... to the two of them.

"Stop it. Don't do that", he said. "If it was our fault, New York wouldn't still be here. And Peter would've spread it to god knows where. Right?"

He didn't ask because he was uncertain. That's how it worked. If Mohinder thought about it, he'd see it too.