"It does." And it took all of his willpower not to smirk when it came to that particular fact. His brother might not have been referring to mind-reading in bed--he could have been talking about any number of things--but that was where his mind had gone with that.

He cleared his throat, more an attempt to banish the thoughts before he embarrassed himself or Mohinder, or disturbed his brother further, and then he was changing the subject. "The other thing I wanted to tell you ... you might find you have a new ability, because of me."

Bridget's, and might because if Peter hadn't managed to mimic his aptitude now, but had stolen his telekinesis before, then who the hell knew how his power worked. He didn't, and it was a sudden, brief effort to stop himself from throwing him against the wall and trying to find out. At least one of them was getting a handle on the hunger.