Keeping his thoughts to himself suddenly much more difficult than before, Mohinder just pressed his lips together at Matt and Molly's exchange and keeps the rest silent. Such things never occured to him. Being engaged once had been enough for a tear and-- All right, he told himself quietly. Don't make much of it.

There was little time to do anything at the moment though. Teleporting was imprecise and Peter would simply have to follow them, it seemed. Another few hours' walk back to the car didn't seem quite as interesting as it might seem and passing the guards wasn't something Mohinder was going to relish.

They could shoot them. Now, he'd left instructions to allow them to return but there were boys at New York's new gate. Boys that didn't understand how these things happened or who didn't know, rightly, when to be afraid and when to let honour take over.

Mohinder didn't think too much about this little journey other than getting to Matt. The rest...he'd hoped someone else had an exit strategy for.

Molly walked between them, Matt ahead, listening, Mohinder behind. He did his best to keep watch but he was a professor, an academic. Those professions did not lend well to being a good scout, incidentally. He never heard the man behind him. He never even called out when he was grabbed.

His thoughts, though? Those could not be silenced.