Matt wasn't sure what that meant at first. He hadn't died, had he? Peter had insisted on always going first into a risky situation and had died so many times from that, but it had spared Matt's life. Always. He'd gotten hurt, but he hadn't ... except yesterday. He'd been unconscious yesterday.
It had taken them less than a day to get here because they thought he'd died.
He approached Mohinder slowly, not saying anything, not knowing what to say at all. But he lifted his hands to his face, touch careful against the darker skin like he still couldn't believe this, needed to make sure, make it real that he was there just from his thumbs against his cheeks. He looked between his eyes and took in the tears and the new ferocity behind them and it made him breathless to see so close, all of it, the deep brown. He swallowed and moved forwards and hugged an arm around Mohinder's torso.
"Molly", he said against Mohinder's shoulder, and she took the hand he held out for her.
He stood like that for a moment. Tears were far, far away from him and so were any kind of words, but the stunned silence said more than he could have managed anyway.
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It had taken them less than a day to get here because they thought he'd died.
He approached Mohinder slowly, not saying anything, not knowing what to say at all. But he lifted his hands to his face, touch careful against the darker skin like he still couldn't believe this, needed to make sure, make it real that he was there just from his thumbs against his cheeks. He looked between his eyes and took in the tears and the new ferocity behind them and it made him breathless to see so close, all of it, the deep brown. He swallowed and moved forwards and hugged an arm around Mohinder's torso.
"Molly", he said against Mohinder's shoulder, and she took the hand he held out for her.
He stood like that for a moment. Tears were far, far away from him and so were any kind of words, but the stunned silence said more than he could have managed anyway.