Mohinder wets his lips before he bursts out laughing. His hand falls to the other man's arm and he sighs through his nose and shakes his head. "My God, he thought me a child and I thought him one too. He might have well just been humouring me when I suggested that we play and here I thought I was entertaining him!" Perhaps that's not it but Mohinder will run with the idea, kind eyes gently fixed on Bruce while he leans into him.