Mohinder had half a mind to wrestle Gabriel's pants to his knees but did think better of it for the time being. That kiss had taken his breath away with his words and he was only now just realising what he had said about his voice. Mohinder was rather pleased by that and as they moved about the house cleaning up things that Gabriel might not care to touch (both in gloves found under the sink) to put in boxes, he chatted softly away about things of very little consequence.

While making eyes. Because he could. Thankfully, his current state of bruising wasn't an issue with the way Gabriel looked at him! That wolffish grin had on d been terrifying. Now it was something else all together.

There were several boxes to deliver by the end of the afternoon but Mohinder suggested that they leave them. "Torchwood has a car we can borrow. Shall we return the other keys and make this new home ours?"