Yeah, Dads, I know I fucked up... (Tag notacargojet and doc-suresh)

[breezy_playboy]

After Emma left, and the ibuprofen she'd given him had been in affect for awhile, he finally dragged himself downstairs and into the kitchen to scrounge up some breakfast, the bruises plastering his body in shock contrast to his pale skin. The pain of every movement was enough to tell him how stupid he'd been yesterday. Not that he needed it, with

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[doc_suresh]

Mohinder was in the kitchen making breakfast when Monty came in. He thinned his lips into a tight line, glancing at his youngest son's injuries and then flipping a pancake. "Monty...how are you feeling?"

He may have been proud that Monty stood up for his brother, but they all could have handled it better, including ninja boy.

[notacargojet]

Nathan finished the last of his pancakes without tasting them and washed it down with his coffee. "I need to get to work," he said quietly as he stood. He moved over and gave Mohinder a quick kiss.

[breezy_playboy]

"Bye, Dad," Monty muttered, looking down at his plate, where he was poking cut up pieces of pancake with his fork. He wasn't hungry. He was actually feeling a little sick.