Matt's eyes on him caused the blood to turn from splatter to streams down Mohinder's cheeks as he stood in the doorway, satchel over one shoulder, the sleeve of his light weight coat nearly pulled off. There was something wild about the Indian, as wild as Matt was closed off and tired. They both looked different enough to be foreign to the other and yet still the same, just underneath the grime of separation.

Molly took a step aside from Matt when he stood again, grinning sweetly as she looked from one parent to the other.

It took a moment, but Mohinder did manage to speak. "You were lost," he said, eyebrows evening out and jaw set, turned upwards slightly as if in defiance. He moved slowly towards the three steps down into the main work area, where his lab was still set up but no longer in reasonable working order. He didn't let his gaze linger from the detective's. "We couldn't find you." He stopped at the bottom landing, chest heaving and voice straining. "And then...you were alive again."

Mohinder's lips trembled.

"And I--" He almost couldn't see, fat tears blinding him. "And I couldn't bear another day without you."