Mohinder Suresh (
seekevolution) wrote2014-03-05 02:55 pm
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Summer
Though Mohinder didn't buy into the saying that there could be such a thing as love at first sight, the way that Simon Petrelli looked at Molly when they were first introduced made him reconsider and then immediately close his thoughts so Matt wouldn't worry. Mohinder gently pulled her long hair back from her shoulder so his hand could rest upon it, Molly in a bright red and yellow sundress,and said shoulder covered by a small yellow half jacket. They'd both been pleased to find it at Walmart on the drive up from Fort Lee to Maine, taking the long, scenic route even though Peter had offered them a chance to teleport.
Why teleport when they could have more time together and see the country? Molly needed a little break away from enclosed spaces and the forests along their mountain roads in New York and at the southern border of Canada was just the ticket.
Of course, there had been blighted areas, places where the virus had broken out, or worse, where communities had closed their doors and grown violent. They had just guided their black SUV around the problem areas and stuck to rural hotels on the interstate.
Now, standing in the foyer of what looked like another hotel and yet, knowing it was a family summer retreat, Mohinder could feel Molly yearning to go explore...and the eldest of Peter's nephews more than willing to guide her.
They were both the same age. They'd both been without playmates (what nearly twelve year old counts their brother as a playmate?) for a long while. Mrs. Petrelli, gracious despite her furtive glances at Matt, finally gave them the go head. "Show Molly to her room. Gently, Simon. She's not one of your trucks." Molly glanced back up at Mohinder and he nodded.
"I'll come find you shortly."
Why teleport when they could have more time together and see the country? Molly needed a little break away from enclosed spaces and the forests along their mountain roads in New York and at the southern border of Canada was just the ticket.
Of course, there had been blighted areas, places where the virus had broken out, or worse, where communities had closed their doors and grown violent. They had just guided their black SUV around the problem areas and stuck to rural hotels on the interstate.
Now, standing in the foyer of what looked like another hotel and yet, knowing it was a family summer retreat, Mohinder could feel Molly yearning to go explore...and the eldest of Peter's nephews more than willing to guide her.
They were both the same age. They'd both been without playmates (what nearly twelve year old counts their brother as a playmate?) for a long while. Mrs. Petrelli, gracious despite her furtive glances at Matt, finally gave them the go head. "Show Molly to her room. Gently, Simon. She's not one of your trucks." Molly glanced back up at Mohinder and he nodded.
"I'll come find you shortly."
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Staying fairly close to Mohinder just because, Matt watched Molly and Simon skip down the hall and up a flight of stairs. Okay, so not exactly skipping, but there was a bounce to both of their steps now at the prospect of having company. Something as normal as friends.
That alone removed any doubts Matt might've had about staying with the Petrellis, however temporarily the stay might turn out to be. And when Peter showed up, pressing himself against the wall to let the kids pass him with a soft grin only to turn it towards Matt and Mohinder in greeting, Matt felt himself relax even further.
He'd missed Peter and not even realized, so when Peter strolled over he was greeted with a hug and a shoulder touch.
"You look a lot better", Matt observed, somewhat warmly.
Peter tucked some hair behind his air and gave an easy "Yeah, you too", before he turned to Mohinder, all smiles. "Hey, Doc. Hear you did a pretty good job of saving the world."
Mrs Petrelli had a thoughful look as she watched that part of the exchange but Matt hadn't missed the apparent disapproval of the first, and he knew he'd have to apologise to her at some point. Grab her and talk to her. ... not literally grab her, she'd probably have his head - but he knew that he'd seriously invaded her privacy and he wasn't proud of it. He had to fix that if they were to stick around.
How come it's the moms that are always the scary ones? Zahra had been her own kind of intimidating, but Mrs. Petrelli had something very sharp hidden behind her gaze that Matt could only hope to placate by looking mild.
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For some reason my phone tags never get posted. :(
boo. :c
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Yep. Passed out. Sorry about that.
no worries. c:
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