Maury looked on in distaste. "Yeah, that's Matty", he said, something similar to anger in his tone but that was yet subdued enough to be cold and distant. His son had turned up from seemingly nowhere, with the same power as him, had trapped him over some pathethic little girl and now showed up here, kissing another man? And some foreigner, at that?

What a disappointment.

Then again, love was a weakness. He could exploit that. It depended a bit on what Arthur wanted from him - and what he'd give him in return. He shot the older man a look.

"What do you want to do?"


All while Matt and Mohinder laid down together just to be in each other's company, fingers weaved together and foreheads almost touching.