Mohinder was absolutely the sort of person to misunderstand something, go with it, and let his hands show on his face. Everything was fine until Gabriel pulled back. Mohinder had red eyes and fuller than usual lips from pressing so tightly to each other. He stiffened immediately.

I don't want you to hurt because you've gotten old and I haven't.

After all of this, he was being broken up with? Perhaps it served him right. Smart people tended to break up with him sooner rather than later. He had parted those red lips to say something when Gabriel cut him off about finding a way to make him like Gabriel.

Tears were blinked away.

Mohinder let out a long, slow, deep breath.

His stiffness faded.

"I... I wouldn't like you to be left alone either." Gabriel could so easily slip. And who wouldn't like to live forever? Mohinder obvious wasn't thinking any of this through. He nodded, quickly. "The Archive is massive. Maybe... Shanti can show us."