He knows. That look they shared when Sylar entered the apartment had been pure heat. And despite the somewhat violent finish of this sex act, it had been the most passionate, loving experience they've managed yet. Mohinder's fingers slip up the back of Sylar's neck and tug through his hair to feel the curves and perfect contours of his skull. There within lies his brain and Mohinder kisses Sylar's sweaty temple to confess his devotion.
A bit of a towelling off and a change of clothes sees Mohinder in another stolen car, dozing lightly against the passenger side door.
His dreams feel somewhat course and familiar, but he wakes up at Pinehearst really rather refreshed. It's only then, in the elevator, that he asks after his friends.
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Date: 2011-07-17 03:34 am (UTC)A bit of a towelling off and a change of clothes sees Mohinder in another stolen car, dozing lightly against the passenger side door.
His dreams feel somewhat course and familiar, but he wakes up at Pinehearst really rather refreshed. It's only then, in the elevator, that he asks after his friends.