There was nothing invasive about Matt, now that Mohinder's greatest secret had already been revealed and accepted. He enjoyed the intimacy and he told Matt so as he returned to bed to lace dark fingers with light ones.

A great deal of time spent naked in bed was exactly what Mohinder wanted and needed and so he hardly felt bad about it. Until he fell asleep of course. Molly was still with Daphne and any more than a few hours was just too much on the woman.

His dreams were even keeled, his thoughts of Molly and of Matt and of a great big house with trees. There were no bleeding edges, no broken beer bottle grass or ashy sky. Everything was perfection for once.

Until that doorknob turned in the other room and a sweet little voice called out their names.