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He made his way slowly from his car up to Mohinder's apartment, his expression carefully neutral. He didn't know what was about to happen, only that the conversation likely wouldn't be pleasant. He had never wanted to talk about Sandra to Mohinder. He was trying to leave that behind him, since he would never have it back.
He rapped his knuckles on the door and waited, no trace of his anxiety reaching his face.
He rapped his knuckles on the door and waited, no trace of his anxiety reaching his face.