Matt looked back to the unconscious man. No, he hadn't killed him. He'd-- punched him, had tore something up in his head, but he hadn't killed him. Or if he had, he hadn't meant to. Either way, he wasn't cut up for regret right then and didn't actually deny what Mohinder was thinking when he put his hands to his sides. He still had his gun in his right and Mohinder would feel that when he was pushed back, but only to create enough distance to let Matt look at the cut on his throat.

It looked like it'd sting but not like it'd kill him. Having concluded that much Matt reached up with his free hand to touch Mohinder's face in a mirror image of his own gesture, but there was something fiercely possessive in Matt's eyes that gave extra weight to the touch.

Matt thought of Molly almost at the same time Mohinder did and he turned to where he heard her thoughts but couldn't see her.

"Molly, sweetheart", he said with the same raw edge to his voice. He didn't say more than that. She didn't need more to slowly come out from behind the same car Mohinder had been thinking about.

"What did you do?" she asked, uncertainly, and something passed over Matt's face.

"He's not going to hurt us anymore."

Anymore, because he'd seen all the things the man had been thinking and as far as Matt was concerned right then such thoughts were just as bad as actions. He'd been alone and that was something, but he also had friends nearby that just might find him, and if they did ...

"Come on. We got to keep moving."