The scuffle of feet and the sudden rush of Matt out of bed and into clothing certainly wasn't conducive for Mohinder to remain at rest. He was, however, far slower in rising, far slower at finding his jeans and far slower at getting them on.
A little niggling voice asking after his sleeping habits in that horrible way that his mother had left him chilled. Tell her that this is what drinking does to you and wine should never be on her list of need to try things, Mohinder thought in a grumble.
He had a terrible headache from it, not exactly hung over because he'd not had that much to drink, but just enough to be wholly uncomfortable with the pounding behind his eyes.
Having children, no matter how wonderful, was still just a little tedious.
Having children and starting a new relationship was worse.
Looking sleepy and achy, Mohinder at least had his shirt on properly when he came out of the bedroom just before Matt could open his mouth. "No wine. Ever," he chided Molly gently. "It makes you stand on tables and get terrible headaches."
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A little niggling voice asking after his sleeping habits in that horrible way that his mother had left him chilled. Tell her that this is what drinking does to you and wine should never be on her list of need to try things, Mohinder thought in a grumble.
He had a terrible headache from it, not exactly hung over because he'd not had that much to drink, but just enough to be wholly uncomfortable with the pounding behind his eyes.
Having children, no matter how wonderful, was still just a little tedious.
Having children and starting a new relationship was worse.
Looking sleepy and achy, Mohinder at least had his shirt on properly when he came out of the bedroom just before Matt could open his mouth. "No wine. Ever," he chided Molly gently. "It makes you stand on tables and get terrible headaches."