Matt liked that, the very real, very strong presence Mohinder presented when he touched him and kissed him back. It grounded him in a way few things had up until that point, let him focus on something different than survival or pain or thirst. If there was thirst now it was of an entirely different kind and Matt pressed against Mohinder in a way that met the arc of Mohinder's body like a compliment, fitting them together just so.

Matt was so far beyond caring about consequences for this. Who knew, who didn't know, who thought what, who gave a shit? The world was falling down around them. He could kiss his partner if he liked.

It's not like Molly and Peter hadn't suspected, anyway.

Withdrawing from Mohinder but keeping a hand to his back, he turned to Peter, all business in tone and voice. No, he still didn't feel like he could laugh, either. But he felt more alive and that was something. "So it was the office building?" He waited for the nod. "Is there anyone left?"

And as happy as he was to have Molly and Mohinder with him, he knew that now that they were here, they were at risk.