"The more time I spent around you, the more we seem to have in common," Mohinder points out in his lovely velvet purr and patches Bruce plate by plate for what amounts to roughly brunch. Mohinder packs on the biscuits, dripping honey all over himself. The way he's left to clean himself up is not a flirt. He doesn't mean it to be. But it certainly can be taken that way as he licks his fingers and wrist and complains about his childish way of eating!
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