Matt would always have soft features, having never been an angular or muscular type, but there was something hollowed out about those features now. Adding the pale skin brought on from too much sneaking around and hiding out, the scratches and bruises and specks of blood, he absolutely looked like he'd come right out of a war zone.

But then again, he had.

Mohinder looked more like himself even if he too bore too many marks from their time apart and that served as an anchor to Matt. He kept his eyes closed when Mohinder moved away from the kiss to lightly press his forehead to his and then breathed out slowly, breathed something out, let something go when he opened them again.

He could almost hear the tears in the other man's mind, brought on from pent up longong and grief and worry. "Ssh", he hushed, murmured, shifted slightly and stroked his fingers over Mohinder's cheek. He didn't have to say anything. Matt wasn't sure what he'd do if he heard it right then, still too shell-shocked to really process anything. "It's ... let's just stay here. A while. Okay?"