As much as Mohinder might have wanted to avoid questions about what had happened exactly while he still could, it seemed Nathan wasn't about to let him have that luxury.
He tilted the phone a bit more away from his head, covering the mouthpiece with his fingers tightly. A moment was spent making sure he couldn't make out the sound of his breathing or those of the house -- if he couldn't hear them, he doubted the man on the other end of the line could -- and then he was sighing. "They're going to want to know what happened. What am I supposed to tell them? Because I don't -- " He stopped short, making a face in spite of himself, and then corrected, "It's hazy. It's coming back, but they're going to want the whole story."
Hell, he wanted the whole story, just to have something to combat the feeling of dread that was starting to sink in as the memory tried to fit into place.
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Date: 2009-11-02 07:28 pm (UTC)He tilted the phone a bit more away from his head, covering the mouthpiece with his fingers tightly. A moment was spent making sure he couldn't make out the sound of his breathing or those of the house -- if he couldn't hear them, he doubted the man on the other end of the line could -- and then he was sighing. "They're going to want to know what happened. What am I supposed to tell them? Because I don't -- " He stopped short, making a face in spite of himself, and then corrected, "It's hazy. It's coming back, but they're going to want the whole story."
Hell, he wanted the whole story, just to have something to combat the feeling of dread that was starting to sink in as the memory tried to fit into place.