Matt's initial reaction had almost caused Mohinder to cringe and pull away, eyes widening at the sudden change in the merit of their conversation. Too soon? Oh, he felt sick to his stomach now, like he'd ruined something just by being honest. It wouldn't have been the first time, nor the last, that his heart got in the way too quickly.

Why was love such a problem for people? Molly gladly accepted it. The rest of the civilised world seemed so very afraid to open their hearts.

He hand nearly slipped from Matt's in an embarrassed sigh before he was pulled in again, almost too roughly. He'd been tense, however. Tense and nervous all at the same time, his neck hadn't really been prepared for that.

Matt, affectionate again, like a great cat. Like a lion. Mohinder's arms moved to his sides, around his waist. The unease and near-despair was given away to a laugh and he grinned against the curve of Matt's ear.

"Crazy-- Yes. I've been told that. Many times. Most often by you." And thank every god humanity had for that.