RP for mentalmastery: A shoulder to lean on
To say that it hadn't been the best of days would be a horrendous understatement. Mohinder had, unintentionally, given Sylar back all his powers, losing Niki's chance of recovery from the Shanti virus and traumatising Molly in the process, and to top it all off he now had a strange woman in his flat. One whose grasp of the English language left... quite a bit to be desired.
At that moment, Mohinder was as good as passed out on his couch back in his apartment, watching the news with Molly dozing in his lap, and realising that Matthew's day hadn't gone much better. That was, if the news about Petrelli was true. Their conversation, when Matt made it home, was unlikely to be a cheerful one.
All the same, Mohinder would have appreciated the company, just then. Molly was exhausted, and should more likely than not be tucked up in her bed, though she had been adamant she wanted to stay on the couch with Mohinder. After today, he couldn't blame her. And the woman - Maya - had taken up residence in his own bedroom... he hadn't known what else to do with her. She was keeping to herself, too.
Mohinder sighed, stretched, grimaced as his spine popped in protest. It looked like he'd be on the couch for the forseeable future, and he really would like somebody to commiserate with. But until the cop got back, the news bulletins looked like they were going to be the only company he was going to get.
At that moment, Mohinder was as good as passed out on his couch back in his apartment, watching the news with Molly dozing in his lap, and realising that Matthew's day hadn't gone much better. That was, if the news about Petrelli was true. Their conversation, when Matt made it home, was unlikely to be a cheerful one.
All the same, Mohinder would have appreciated the company, just then. Molly was exhausted, and should more likely than not be tucked up in her bed, though she had been adamant she wanted to stay on the couch with Mohinder. After today, he couldn't blame her. And the woman - Maya - had taken up residence in his own bedroom... he hadn't known what else to do with her. She was keeping to herself, too.
Mohinder sighed, stretched, grimaced as his spine popped in protest. It looked like he'd be on the couch for the forseeable future, and he really would like somebody to commiserate with. But until the cop got back, the news bulletins looked like they were going to be the only company he was going to get.