Poor thing, really. It was morning but they'd been out all night and what sleep she'd gotten after they got back had been interrupted by Peter's appearance, so it stood to reason that she'd be tired now. Matt was too, but he didn't feel like sleeping quite yet.

After several moments of just sitting together, he stood and pulled Mohinder with him out of the room to tug him towards himself and kiss him. Gentle, now. Slow and sweet. They had a girl asleep the next room over after all, and honestly, it had been too long since they'd just ... touched each other in this way.

Besides, Matt was a romantic at heart.

When he drew back, he dropped his eyes to the cut that was still visible on Mohinder's throat and very carefully brushed his thumb over the skin there.

"God, I missed you."

It deserved to be said again in the relative peace that had found itself in the room now.