seekevolution | The Storm

Matt shook his head, listening to both of their thoughts and trying to reach for the mixed group of people ahead. He recognised these ones, too. There was a teenager there who he knew didn't want to hurt anyone but who was scared to leave the group, but with them was also the ice-cold thoughts of the woman who was keeping watch.

He wouldn't kill them. He hadn't yet killed anyone, actually; with the increasing control of his ability he could defend himself regardless.

"I'll get this", he whispered to the two of them. "Stay here."

And then without really waiting for an answer he stood, mentally projecting what Peter had called a shield at some point. Making them think he wasn't there. It was useful but straining, but with five of them there he couldn't exactly manipulate one or two of them and hope the others would stand idly by.

It probably looked alarming to Mohinder and Molly when he walked straight up to the group of people investigating the car ... but they didn't pay him any attention. And once he stood in the center of the group he tried to expand the command.

There wasn't a car there. They hadn't found anything. They should just leave. There wasn't anything there at all. There absolutely weren't two people behind that building, either.

There was a moment of ... nothing. Then they started moving away and Matt leaned heavily against the side of the car, having to keep them on a mental leash until he couldn't hear them think anymore. He kept his eyes closed and felt the familiar lightheadedness coming on. Probably another nose bleed, too.

Well, whatever. If they got past the bridge (if the car still worked, if the soldiers recognised Mohinder, if Peter came back, if -) he wouldn't have to worry about wearing out his own mind out the way he constantly was in this godforsaken city.

So long as Molly and Mohinder or something else hadn't alerted the group as they left, they should be fine.

Mohinder waited. Rushing to Matt's side at the forefront of his mind, he knew it might just cause the hard work his detective had put in to go to waste. He waited, instead, with Molly clutching his hand, the girl staring intently at the things he father could do. It was nothing like the little contained ice storms her real dad use to show off with, or how he could make ice cream in her bowl from a little bit of milk and sugar. What Matt was doing was protecting her. Protecting them both. And she knew it.

Eventually, when Matt's body sagged more fully against the car, Mohinder had Molly wait where they had been crouching and rushed as quietly as he could to the other's side. The blood dripping from his nose was wiped at with his sleeve and Mohinder's eyes sparkled with awe, with wonder, with thanks, with love.

No where was the fear that Janice had had from time to time, that even Peter looked at him with. Mohinder was wholly trusting, wholly willing to believe in the goodness of the man behind the power.

When Matt didn't directly focus on him, the smile turned to a somewhat determined frown. "Get in the back seat. Lay down," he commanded with word, not thought. "No more. I'll get us the rest of the way."

Matt breathed out slowly and nodded, still with both hands behind him on the car to brace himself. He knew it'd pass eventually - he'd spent a lot of time pushing his personal limits, but he needed recuperative periods much like anyone else. The lack of food and water wasn't helping either lately.

He dipped his forehead briefly to Mohinder's shoulder just ... because. Because he'd missed him, because he'd looked at him like that, because he was tired and because Mohinder for the last few months had been a good place to rest.

Well, not so much the last month. But that made it all the more important now.

It wasn't a long moment though and when Mohinder went to get Molly Matt opened the car door. They'd find him with an arm thrown over his eyes in the familiar pose they would've seen many times before whenever he was tired, when they came back.

"I think the car's fine", he murmured as they got in. Cause yeah, he'd checked briefly even if he could very well be wrong. Any supplies they'd had in the car would be gone, though. "How far's Pinehearst?"

Mohinder knew that Molly was capable of getting her own seatbelt. She was four months away from her birthday and she was old enough to handle little things but he needed the reassurance in himself. He needed to be a caregiver right now when he felt as if he'd been neglecting his family for the last month. Yes, it had been a necessary evil, working on the inoculation was important for humanity so that the future Peter once spoke about seeing would never happen to them. That didn't mean he didn't like for the month before when he'd been a sort of stay at home dad, trying to give the two most important people in his life all of his time and energy.

Teaching at NYU was no longer an option. Having a normal life was nothing he could ever hope for.

And yet, he still held onto the memories at the beach the day the world went to hell. Happiness wasn't a thing of the past. They'd have it again, so long as they were together.

Mohinder clicked his own seatbelt into place and the car started easily...noisily. He didn't waste time heading in a beeline back to the bridge. He could only hope that the big white PINEHEARST and the half-helix logo would get the military to ask first rather than shoot. "It's ten minutes over the bridge. We're just a few blocks away."

Molly was silent on the drive. Mohinder himself quieted down. It wasn't until men and women in military hazmat suits flagged them to stop that Mohinder actually allowed himself to breathe. He pressed his badge to the window and then rolled it down.

"You let me through four hours ago," he said, looking far worse than he'd had going in. "As expected, the virus has left the air. I didn't get as far as central park, but it's clear that the virus has dissipated." He was lying. He'd never gone in there to test air quality. These young soldiers, however, questioned less than they should have.

It took some phone calls but eventually, they were let through. Mohinder tried not to think about the mess Fort Lee was in, however. Just in case Matt was paying attention.

Matt wasn't paying attention, not really, not right then. He was open to impressions and thoughts because he was too much on edge not to be, but he was lying low for the most part. Eyes closed, waiting for the lightheadedness to pass. That didn't mean that he didn't hear some of the chaos surrounding them, though. But after everything he'd seen and heard he wasn't actually surrpised - he just kept an ear out to anything particularly alarming.

Molly was paying more attention, keeping close and careful watch on the road from her position in the front seat. "Mohinder, look", she said quietly after a while, pointing ahead and to the right. There was a road block in the distance, police and paramedics both on the scene and sirens wailing, but no way to tell what had happened.

It wasn't their destination, thankfully, but it spoke of the tension that still ran high everywhere.

About halfway through the ride Matt sat up and leaned to look out the windshield as well, a hand to the back of each of their seats. He'd only been to New Jersey a few times but it was like the very colors were dulled down and muted from what he remembered and knew. The world would never be the same.

Mohinder didn't, couldn't think that way. The world would heal itself, this country and this city...these people would sort it out. Soon. Or if not soon, eventually. He just couldn't. Mohinder slowed the car down and faced one more blockade before arriving at one of the nicer, utterly fenced off campuses Matt might have seen. Pinehearst was still beautiful, still vibrant. Somehow, they managed to keep the grass green, the bushes and trees trimmed. It was as if the mess outside hadn't made it in. For a long time, Mohinder sat in the borrowed SUV once they'd pulled into the underground parking lot until one of his interns, a cute woman who was still a little too young to really have grown into her beauty named Tabitha, all of nineteen, came up to the car to bang on the window.

"Doctor Suresh! We got the results an hour ago. We're greenlit for manufacture!" Mohinder couldn't really share her enthusiasm and once she got a good look at him, she gasped. "Was New York--"

"Lost," Mohinder said bluntly. "I'll be to the lab in a few hours. I have to get my daughter settled." Tabitha nodded and looked somewhat unabashedly at the man in the back seat.

"Who's--"

"Matt Parkman. This is Tabitha Green. She's a technopath," he explained.

Tabitha grinned, obviously fine with being 'outted.'

"Well, sorta. I can link into the internet and some phones but nothing really major. I'm more like a walking Google."

Matt gave her a look - he was surprised. Not that she had an ability but that it was known and talked about, by the way she looked when Mohinder pointed it out. Was she from Pinehearst? What did they know, what was their stance?

"Sounds practical", he said after a moment, but didn't admit to his own power or offer more than that. She didn't seem very pertrubed though and instead turned to Mohinder to say that she'd set up his things for him so that it'd be ready when he got back.

Matt looked at her as she left. It'd be a long time before he would let go of his instinctual distrust of anyone new. When she was out of earshot he turned towards Mohinder, wasting no time in asking.

"Does she work for them? What do they know about us?"

... did they know about Molly?

"She works for me technically," Mohinder said, feeling the edge to Matt's voice. Mohinder didn't want to get into an argument. "She told me in Atlanta, she'd read my father's book and... Matt, this virus is named after my sister. We had to look at all the strains, including the one that Molly had. Most of the people that have been on my team since the beginning are...like you."

His smile was awkward in the rear view mirror.

"They don't know anything about you. Or Molly. Just that she's my daughter." He'd learned, all right? He'd learned to say nothing to know one. "But about me? Unfortunately, that I had to give them."

Molly undid her seat belt and climbed into the backseat with Matt, laying her head on his shoulder.

"And I haven't told anyone either."

Matt mellowed out when Molly curled up with him and he wrapped his arm around her and leaned his chin on the top of her head.

"Yeah", he said, shooting Mohinder a look even as he hugged his daughter closer. It read slightly apologetic, but that wariness in his eyes still hadn't gone away. The ingrained distance that he still needed. "I just worry."

Of course he did. About both of them. They stayed like that for a moment in quiet companionship before they got out of the car, Matt a little slower than he'd like, especially when his left arm reminded him that he'd gotten hurt. He grimaced, rolled his shoulder, but kept his other hand linked with Molly's when they followed Mohinder along.

This was Mohinder's turf and Matt was glad to shut off a bit, to not have to lead. And he still kept all kinds of vigilance and was altogether tense and a little twitchy whenever someone unexpected appeared or something happened, but he trusted Mohinder now to lead the way and to handle most of it.

He was surprised by how clean everything seemed, how organised. It was one hell of a shock compared to New York - the order, the clipboards, the civil conversation.

The fact that the building was standing was another plus.

Getting Molly to bed became a priority after she had a fruit cup and Matt a peanut butter sandwich with milk. It was still fairly early but they all needed to lay down and Mohinder was absolutely on a paternal sort of kick. The small two room suite that Mohinder had been given was plain and unadorned with anything but Molly's drawings. The cups and plates were thick and white, the cutlery plastic, and the throw pillows on the sofa where Matt reclined rough and unbroken in.

Mohinder missed his apartment. He missed the lived in space he and Matt and their girl had made at home. At this rate, he'd never see it again. Mohinder settled himself on the edge of the coffee table by Matt's head and set his hand on the larger man's chest before he decided to be a little more bold than usual.

Matt wouldn't mind the shift onto his lap would he? Mohinder was a slight man. He certainly didn't weight enough to hurt the other man. A month apart had been difficult for them both and closeness to his detective, now that Molly had been looked after, was honestly all that the Indian wanted.

They were bloody. Matt didn't smell the best. But he was here. His fingers curled through hair longer than he last remembered touching.

"We don't get separated again. Not any more."

Matt didn't mind at all. While he didn't feel safe (a feeling that had been slowly gorund down to very little over the past month) he did feel more relaxed now. And tired in a way he could allow himself to be for once. No need to keep watch, stand guard, count the hours. He could just sink into the relative softness of the sofa and listen to Molly and Mohinder and just through their presence feel how the hollowness that had started settling somewhere in his chest was filled with something else.

So when Mohinder joined him and climbed on top of him, Matt locked eyes with him and wrapped an arm around his waist, keeping him close, his other hand coming up to touch his face.

There were still small flecks of blood visible on the dark skin if you looked hard enough. Matt looked. He wanted to look, needed to look and really commit this face to memory, even now perfect in some ways because of the marks of distress.

"Good", he said, voice hoarse, and kissed him. Not particularly hard and nowhere near as hurried as back in the loft but close and deep and drawn out.

Now that he was certain that his telepath hadn't left him, checked out, or been replaced by one so much harder than he was truly willing to think as possible, Mohinder relaxed into the kiss, into his arms. This ordeal wasn't over. It would be difficult, but they were together. Protected. Mohinder pulled out of the kiss long enough to look down at Matt, to repeat a gesture from earlier that day, forehead to forehead. A meeting of the minds, perhaps.

It didn't matter. They needed to reconnect.

"You're going to need some new clothes," Mohinder said quietly, his dark knuckles ghosting Matt's cheeks. "Your jeans barely stay up."

He didn't care a smidge about Matt's weight, but he did miss the bulk a bit, the way the largeness made him feel safe. And besides, his gauntness now was unhealthy. The California glow to his cheeks was missing.

Mohinder's eyebrows furrowed and he leaned down to kiss him again, softer. His lips trembled and a month of emotion slipped from him at once, a great wall of relief and terror and loneliness rushing out of him. He couldn't stop it.

"Matt--" Too many words. Too much to say and he'd never quite managed it. He shouldn't be the one about to break down into tears, he'd had a fairly reasonable time of things. But Matt-- Oh, he'd ached for him. Ached.

Matt would always have soft features, having never been an angular or muscular type, but there was something hollowed out about those features now. Adding the pale skin brought on from too much sneaking around and hiding out, the scratches and bruises and specks of blood, he absolutely looked like he'd come right out of a war zone.

But then again, he had.

Mohinder looked more like himself even if he too bore too many marks from their time apart and that served as an anchor to Matt. He kept his eyes closed when Mohinder moved away from the kiss to lightly press his forehead to his and then breathed out slowly, breathed something out, let something go when he opened them again.

He could almost hear the tears in the other man's mind, brought on from pent up longong and grief and worry. "Ssh", he hushed, murmured, shifted slightly and stroked his fingers over Mohinder's cheek. He didn't have to say anything. Matt wasn't sure what he'd do if he heard it right then, still too shell-shocked to really process anything. "It's ... let's just stay here. A while. Okay?"

"Come to bed with me." This wasn't a decree for Matt to rip off his clothing or to take him hard on any questionable surface. It was just a hundred times more comfortable than this and they could both properly lay down. It didn't matter if they were dirty. They could shower in a few hours, after Mohinder went down to the lab. No one would begrudge him this time with Matt. It didn't matter if they'd been at this portion of their relationship for very little time, or how slow they'd been at it. It didn't matter because none of the people out there had been raising a daughter with a telepath or been hunted by Sylar. No one had almost lost it all so many times like Mohinder had.

He drew Matt off of the couch and to the bed in the corner of the small room. There was another kiss and yes, Mohinder did strip down to his underwear, but his intentions were far less sexual than they were sensual. The difference was in the front of his mind.

He just wanted to be held. Or, if Matt preferred, to hold him. It was important to the Indian and they both needed a nap. Perhaps Matt needed a few lifetimes to sleep properly.

He gave a tired nod but didn't say anything. Neither of them did, after that. But it was a silence they both understood and so it wasn't a bad thing, just very telling of their respective ordeals.

Once in bed Matt leaned into Mohinder's shoulder the same way he had back in India such a long time ago, mouth pressed against the skin, one arm laid over Mohinder's torso to ensure he'd stay there. With the way Mohinder kept a hand to his chest and partially curled into him as well, it ended up a very mutual thing. Holding onto each other. Needing each other.

There was some problems winding down from New York but Mohinder's breathing and hearing Molly sleep close by helped Matt drift into sleep himself. He was too tired to dream but he was kind of fidgety in his sleep which was a new development since he usually slept like a log.

Whenever Mohinder got up (or something else disturbed them), Matt would wake. Instantly, knowing. But until then he had someone else's presence, this intimate, safe-meaning presence to help him keep calm.

Mohinder's phone buzzed two hours later. His staff was waiting. They'd been waiting for him all day and evidently, it didn't really matter to them if he needed some alone time with his family. With Matt especially. He reached for the bloody device on the bedside table and flipped it open, pulling it to his ear.

"Hello? Right, yes. I'll be up in half an hour," he said, glancing at the time in pain. He'd slept with his contacts in and now his eyes were dry and aching. It matched his head and the scrapes and the slash across his throat. Mohinder could tell Matt was awake and he apologised softly before he slipped out of bed and padded to the tiny bathroom for a shower. His hair was still wet when he returned, sleepy, shower time thoughts still in his head and glasses on his face to replace the contacts.

He wouldn't be long, he thought to Matt while he yawned. They would need him to sign off on the inoculation or perhaps want him to be there to check the results one more time.

He'd no sooner left than the faint scent of ozone in the air signaled the arrival of someone else, Peter glanced around the room, map in one hand, push pin in the other. Being around Molly had been enough to get her power and-- "Okay, yeah, that makes teleporting way easier."

When Mohinder got up Matt reached out to listen to Molly, who was still asleep even if somewhat fitfully. He sank into the pillow, feeling exhausted but awake, and after Mohinder left (and he thought quietly to him that he'd stay with Molly) and Peter showed up he was almost grateful. Something to do had always worked out better for him. He wanted to handle things and even if he didn't have the energy to do anything in a very active sense at the moment he still needed to know what was going on.

So he looked at Peter, mentally kicking into action even if he kept his voice down for Molly's sake. He actually smirked, very faintly. Peter would be more or less unstoppable if he went on like that and that was one hell of an asset.

"How's New York?" he asked without preamble, pressing a lingering hand to the space beside him Mohinder had occupied not long ago before he got up and stepped into his jeans. Mohinder had been right in that they didn't fit him anywhere near as well anymore, but that's what belts were for. Nevermind the torn fabric and dirt and blood.

Nevermind all that.

He had a distinct image of New York in ruins, but at the same time he had more faith in Peter than that.

"Yeah, about the same as when you left it," Peter said, still able to smile despite everything. "I dropped off the rest of the supplies and put notes wherever there were some people holding up. Oh-- Hold on." Matt was still buckling a belt that would need a few new holes in it really when Peter blinked out and back into the room holding a massive stuffed elephant. "That's the last of it," he said and plopped down on the edge of a bed still warm from body heat.

It'd been awhile since he smelled anything really clean, but this-- This was nice.

"You've got a shower? It works?" Peter was still just a kid at heart, he'd grown up in body but maybe not to much in his head. "Are you going to use it? Actually, you should. You look like a dirt ball."

A lazy, teasing smile kept right on going.

Peter lost Nathan but, in a way, gained Matt Parkman.

Matt was a lot nicer to him than Nathan.

Matt's eyes widened faintly at the sight of the elephant, and he shook his head but went up to give Peter a quick but well earned hug. They'd been through a whole lot together and Peter had quickly become one of the few people Matt really felt that he could trust and count on. And there was understanding between them too. You didn't spend a month together without some discussion and even if they hadn't had a few talks there would always be the more-than-enough-knowledge that they had each other's backs.

He gave Peter a reproachful look when he leant back though. "Wow, thanks", were the words he chose in response, but not actually having taken offense he squeezed the younger man's shoulder briefly before he let go and picked up his t-shirt with some distaste.

Yeah, well. He had a point.

"You can shower after me", he offered, and waited for the nod before he left the room. He found a towel in the bathroom - probably the one Mohinder had used before he left - and when he stepped under the water he felt immediately better.

New York had been almost branded to his skin. The dust, the grime, sweat and dirt and blood, and getting to rinse it off was such a relief.

It wasn't a long shower, but Molly woke from the sound of the water running. She was a little uncertain at finding Peter instead of any of her fathers, but she recognised him and knew he was okay, so she gave him a small smile when she approached him.

He'd probably get another hug when she saw the elephant, though.

A hug Peter most certainly received. He just needed one from Mohinder and then he'd unlock the achievement from this little group. Peter was more than pleased by it, happy to see the girl so happy, and didn't say no when she offered to make him cereal in the kitchen.

"Wow, milk-- I never thought I'd miss milk so much," Peter joked, tucking into his second bowl when Matt came out of the bathroom in dirty clothes but looking much better. He had his mouth full of Cheerios when he stood up. Food was nice (very nice) but being clean was so much nicer still and Peter ducked away into the bathroom to wash the grime from his skin.

Hopping off of the chair, Molly was once more full of hugs and then poured Matt something for breakfast too. Her eyes were singularly focused on him the whole while as if she was afraid that he wasn't real, or that he'd turn to sand and water.

When Mohinder did make it back, that slash on his throat pronounced even now, he'd find Molly sitting in Matt's lap, small hand against his large palm, telling him in half words and half thoughts about their month apart while Peter sat beside the stuffed elephant ate spaghetti and meatballs from a can.

He'd even managed to shave, how amazing was that? Matt didn't really have the genes for full-on beard growth but with the dark, prickly stubble gone he both felt and looked a lot better, even if there were still remainders of dark circles under his eyes.

Peter looked a lot better too with his hair clean. It had been getting much too long and you could tell even more on Peter how dirty it had been, greasy strands frequently tucked behind his ears. But he was smiling now, and eating, and it made Matt glad to see given his recent tendency to fast.

But Molly made him the most happy. He couldn't quite stop touching her, if it was by smoothing her hair back or kissing her forehead or bruhing his fingers on her face. But he listened and took in the loneliness and fear and worry of this last week. The weeks prior hadn't seemed too bad and when she had a fun story to share about another kid she'd met back in Atlanta Matt managed to laugh, even if they both fell silent for a moment after with the quiet contemplation of what might have happened to that friend.

When Mohinder came back Molly interrupted herself to give him a hug too. She always did now, in greeting. She was scared not to anchor them to her after everything that had happened; every separation an ordeal and every reunion worthy of celebration.

Matt rose as well, eyes on the cut on Mohinder's skin for a moment before he looked at his face, and went up to take the one of his hands Molly hadn't claimed.

They really were family. Peter would notice with that bittersweet feeling but a small smile. He missed his own - but with the knowledge that he could see them at any point without fear of spreading the illness, it wasn't too bad.

Just, well. Nathan would always be a loss.

"How did it go?" Matt asked, and there was more to him now, the real him and not the makeshift soldier in the way he looked at Mohinder.

Molly might be just a little too big to be carrying around, but Mohinder still did it from time to time, especially now. She might be afraid of them leaving her, or afraid that they'll be killed, but she's become a touch stone for the normal, something that Mohinder so desperately needed.

It was one thing to keep busy and another to have something to keep busy for.

With Molly on his hip and a smile to Peter, Matt received the remainder of Mohinder's attention. "Arthur seems to think we'll be able to manufacture enough inoculation for the West Coast in a month. He's sending the formula to be independently verified. I argued that we ought to begin inoculations in the area instead but he seemed to think that the threat on this coast was more or less neutralised with time and, I will agree with him here, the West Coast has been more or less untouched and has suffered heavily from fearful rioting."

Peter's ears didn't exactly prick at the name. Arthur was fairly common, certainly, and Mohinder hadn't used a last name. Truthfully, he didn't know it.

"It's his facility and I don't have much of a problem so long as people are being helped. As for New York...the people there aren't infectious. It's more of a job for the military to establish control. Obviously, they're doing a fine job now but-- Red Cross could begin mobilizing into the various plagued cities as early as tomorrow. I believe Baltimore will be first, given how close it is to the Capitol."

Mohinder could certainly talk and the thought in Peter's mind right now, grinning in the corner? It's the accent that does it for you, isn't it?

Shut up, Petrelli. But it was thought with a sudden smile.

The accent was just one of the many qualities Matt liked about Mohinder but he hadn't really thought about it until now when it was pointed out to him. The teasing in Peter's mental voice actually served to put the affection he felt for the man at the forefront of his mind. He watched the way he held Molly and how his eyes focused behind those glasses and listened to the words. It was good news, really. A shot at turning things around. A month was a long time, but ...

But it was no longer up to him. And that was a relief.

He glanced at Peter, thinking along those lines. They no longer had any obligation to help.

"So that's it, huh? You could go back to your family", he said with a gentle inflection. "See your nephews. Your mom."

He'd have no objection if Peter wanted to stick around - he'd grown quite fond of the younger man and appreciated his company and suspected he would even moreso when they weren't perpetually in danger - but he'd come back to his family. It was only fair Peter should get to see his own.

To Mohinder, he added, "I don't really care how things are run so long as people get help. If I can help with that, then ..." A gesture. New York had become personal, somehow. He knew a lot of the people that were struggling there even if only by their faces. "But I want to make sure we stay together this time. No matter what."

No matter what.

Peter started for a moment, not about the teasing (though he'd been about to mention the Indian's ass as a reprise), and simply blinked at Matt as if it'd never occurred to him that he was allowed to head home. It sounded like a dream and he stood up, spoon left in the can.

"I... Well huh. Yeah, actually, I think I will. Listen, you guys ever want a place to stay, come up to Maine. Just have Molly find me. You'll always be welcome. We have a pool."

Molly blinked and looked up at Mohinder, arms around his neck. "Can we?"

Now that made him laugh. "Perhaps we'll do that when it's safer to travel," he promised. Peter offered Matt a hug and Mohinder hugged him as well.

Achievement obtained, Peter thought to himself.

After he left, Mohinder turned back to Matt. "They offered me a chance to oversee in San Franscisco but... I think I'd rather stay here. It's impeccably safe and well stocked and... I think it's time to settle in for a bit." Settling in into a space smaller than the first flat in Brooklyn would be a nightmare, but it would do for awhile.

No, not a nightmare. It would be heaven. There was food and water and most importantly two people Matt cared so deeply for it was still difficult to really grasp. Space was a non-issue. He didn't care.

"Yeah. Sounds good." For as long as they were able to, having somewhere to be, not effectively stealthing and being on the run? It sounded like everything Matt could want. Letting go of Mohinder to get a glass of water (water!), he then asked, "San Francisco, is that where they're going to ... what, move production?"

Of the vaccine?

You turn into a bit of a control freak after a while, so Matt wanted to know and had a few more questions as well. That said, he looked and seemed more relaxed, even just from the way he was leaning back against the sink.

"Communications all work here? Radio, TV, phones?" He didn't have his own anymore. He should get a new one.

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