rp for humanmapquest: each man, when he is asleep, is in a world

He's more than a little reluctant to leave the loft, especially when he's only managed a few hours with Mohinder this time around, but it's part of the deal. He gets to try and coax Molly into talking to him in her dreams, sworn to pull out if she seems distressed at any time, and Mohinder goes home to keep an eye on her. To be there to reassure her it was only a bad dream, if this doesn't go as planned and she wakes up crying or screaming. He doesn't entirely like this plan, wanting Mohinder with him when he reaches out for her mind, but it was his idea in the first place, meant to assure the geneticist that he has no real malicious intent, and he's bound to it, now.

He walks home in silence, taking the long way, stalling, hating the fact that he's all but forced himself to try and make nice with the brat. His decision, his theory that it could be done, his want to try and reconsile the two halves of Mohinder's life, and he hates it. And he's not sure which is an after-effect of what the monster he hunted for Baileigh: the moment of weakness itself or his disgust at having to go through with it. One is, he's certain--it's so much easier to pin the blame on something else--but he can't tell which.

Either way, however, he takes his time getting ready for bed. He shaves, when he doesn't need to. Lounges around in his living room, checking his cell phone for messages every few minutes, hoping something will come up to get him out of this. Thumbs through a book, idly, only half paying attention to the words on the page. Nothing helps, though, and sooner rather than later, it's nearing midnight and he's out of time to do nothing if he plans on doing anything at all. It's now or never.

Sighing, pushing out of the chair he's been idling in for only God knows how long, and moves to the space he calls his bedroom, even though there are no doors to it. And stretching out on the bed, he takes a moment to get comfortable and clear his thoughts before reaching out for Molly's mind.

He knows what her thoughts feel like, even unconscious, having peeked at her surface thoughts out of boredom more than once while stalking her at school, so she's not hard to find. It's still strange, though, harder, but he can't tell if that has something to do with the distance--he's never tried this on someone so far before--or the fact that she's asleep. Either way, however, he manages, and with a final, slow breath, his consciousness bleeds out and he's asleep with her.

He comes awake somewhere else, jarringly.