"It's merely a guess," Mohinder said, still full of fuzzy warmth from their shared moment. He let his hands fall and stay on Gabriel's hips. It might not be the best for talking business but they rarely did things the way people expected. Mohinder was sure it was why they were so strong now. "But the way he put it-- He seemed frustrated. Even when he made me smile, it didn't please him. If he chose that name at twelve, perhaps he's still a twelve year boy," he pointed out.

And he was about to say something else when the return alarm went off. Mohinder glanced upwards just as Jim poked his head out of the room. "Okay, that should be Jack. I'll leave Torchwood Whisperer to you and fill the boss in?"

It was honestly better to have Gabriel watching their intruder. He had the means to shut him up before he said anything.

And Jim really didn't want to hear any more of their lovey dovey talk. He really did not.