It made sense to Mohinder. Watching someone die slowly as their body gave out had to have been a horrible thing. And for the person aging, watching their lover stay young and beautiful, it would be just as terrible. Mohinder felt that thought click inside of him even as he pulled Gabriel into a very passionate, very public kiss.

What did he care? When he was with Gabriel, sometimes the world stopped mattering. Sometimes it disappeared. That might be a problem with his wiring, since he no longer even equated his father's (or anyone's) death with Gabriel.

A touch of Stockholm Syndrome? It was so under his radar that it literally didn't even register with him as something to think about.

Lowering himself on his heels, face still an inch from Gabriel's, Mohinder watched those pouty, full lips promise him what amounted to eternity.

"I trust you, Gabriel."