Barring the occasional stray thought he picks up on when he's not focusing himself entirely on Mohinder's mind or his own, he's pretty sure he's fine. The ability seems settled finally and he doesn't think much of the trauma apparent in the MRI pictures. It's par for the course when he patchworks a new ability into his body and mind, and the damage does heal eventually, even if it does so more slowly than the rest of his body and leaves its scars on his sanity.

He doesn't argue that, though -- he's never been the most social person, and he needs time away from all the ridiculous little meetings Arthur's been leading them in and out of -- and they're shown to a room just down the hall from Mohinder's shiny new lab. It's Spartan, not unlike his apartment, save for his collection of books, but it'll do, and that in mind, he settles down on the edge of the bed once they're alone.