There was a tiger sleeping in his bed. A lithe, deadly creature curled up beneath the soft down comforter of his bed. As long as the tiger was sleeping he was safe, everyone was safe. He was humiliated that he thought of the man laying in his bed as such a fierce, terrifying creature, but there was really no other way
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"Although they were hooded as if with sleep, Mohinder knew better than to believe what he saw. Those black eyes were taking in every detail of him, filing it away for later, calculating his next move as if he were playing some mad game. "
I dug how you then gave two perspectives of the night before. Getting into both of their minds and what they expect from the other. It's always a game play between these two, which is part of what makes them so fascinating. This fic does a good job of capturing that.
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