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[hornrimmed]

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

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[doc_suresh]

Mohinder opened the door in his pajamas - a pair of baby blue pj pants and a white wife beater tank top - and gave Noah a smile. "Come in, you." Once his boyfriend was inside he closed and locked the door for safety. "Thirsty? I can make a pot of tea."

[hornrimmed]

"I'm fine, thank you," he said softly, gazing down at his boyfriend. Mohinder didn't seem upset, but that did little to assauge Noah's worries. "You wanted to talk to me?"

[doc_suresh]

"Ah, yes." He took Noah's hand and walked him to the living area, plopping down on the couch. Mohinder tucked his sock-covered feet up under himself and rested his arm on the back of the couch, facing his boyfriend. "I ran into Sandra at the mall, of all places. And things didn't go very well...so she called me up later and I invited her over." He was going to be very honest about everything.

[hornrimmed]

He settled lightly on the couch, watching Mohinder all the while. "Things didn't go well?" he prompted. Not that he'd expected otherwise. His jaw tightened minutely.