Matt shook his head and put a hand to Mohinder's arm. A grip, not just a touch. His eyes were dark. Much too serious. "Do you really think these people have any hope left? You saw what's out there. That's one month. I'm not sure people will last another one."

He didn't really dare hope himself, despite Mohinder outright saying that a solution was coming. When you'd seen too much death and destruction you stopped seeing anything else. Matt wanted to kiss Mohinder again partially because of that. He represented before. Something good and stable that he didn't have to second-guess.

He didn't though, not right then. He looked back to Peter.

"Most people won't believe us if we say there's a cure", he said out loud. "And there's no way there'll be food or water for another month." He'd gotten so used to ballparking with Peter that he would show a tendency to forget about the other two. It wasn't about exclusion but efficiency. But after a short beat he seemed to remember that Mohinder came from the outside, and he squeezed his arm a bit when he turned his head back to him.

"What's it look like out there?"