"I suppose it would be wrong to drug her," he teased, snuggling just as close to Matt as he could possibly manage. It was one of those fantastic sort of moments where the bad in the world stopped existing and they could just be who they were. Family might have been thrown around a lot lately as a term, but it didn't matter. It was who and what they were and no one could take that away from them.

Oh. Oh, how little did they know.

When Mohinder did finally wake, several hours later, it was to Molly in the other room, knocking something over and cursing (in Hindi of all things!) loudly about it. Mohinder frowned and scooted out from under Matt's arm to find their daughter hard at work trying to prepare some sort of meal from items she'd taken from the cafeteria all on her little lonesome.

He stood there for a moment, watching her cleaning up the mess before he cleared his throat. "Your pronunciation is a bit too good," he said quietly, finger to his lips to quiet her from speaking too loudly.