So,
ladywilde80 pointed out that you could 'ship Mohinder with anyone, even the living room rug. And so I did...
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As it felt the soft touch of bare feet, The Rug would have shivered if it had had the breath to allow it to do so. Bare skin, gentle and tired. It wished it could soothe away the pain there - how far had he travelled today? How many plane rides, how many lectures, how much failure had he had to fight with? The Rug wished it could fix everything. Given the chance, it's sure it could take down the elusive Company for him. Anything, anything for Mohinder. They'd both been forced to suffer too much pain already; the rug can still feel the echo of the shattered glass that had fallen down upon its back when Sylar had intruded and attacked. This place had been safe before him: this apartment had been their sanctuary.
Now that sense of safety was ruined, destroyed, and The Rug wished it could stroke a tassle over Mohinder's feet to make everything better for him. With a cup of tea in his hands and his loving rug under his feet, Mohinder will feel better in no time. The Rug will make sure of that.