It's in the Blood // Claire & MohinderMature

“Do I play them often…” he repeated in a whisper, taking a moment to recall and temporarily distracted by her smile. Now that he’d thought about it, yeah, he had been playing them more often lately. Ugh. Was that a bad thing? Maybe. She seemed to like the game, so she probably wouldn’t judge. “Lately, since I have not had any new developments in my research and no one to help, yes, I suppose I have played them a bit more than usual.”

After glancing down and to the side, not feeling completely confident about that answer, he immediately added, “But games such as that one help with hand eye coordination, so not a complete waste of time, I suppose.” And it definitely wasn’t a waste at the moment; Mohinder could have sat there and played all day with her keeping him company.

And now what? Not wanting to push his luck and bore her with the game, Mohinder thought quickly and after a few sips of his cocoa, he gave the impression that he’d just remembered something very official and important. “Oh, by the way, it’s tradition in Mario Kart for the loser to buy the winner dinner, so please feel free to pick out whichever restaurant you’d like. I’m up for trying out anything really.”

Oh wait… had he just asked her out on a date? No no, technically not a date. What if she said no? What if she was about to make a negative face that said omg no wai lol loser as the text speak went? Well, Mohinder decided he would give her a sincere smile, hop up, and look away before that happened, pretending to be preoccupied with resetting the television back to cable and attempting to find them something interesting to at least use as background noise. He was probably getting ahead of himself, but he felt so… happy around her. That one simple word - happy - that he hadn’t experienced in so long. It was nice to smile again about helping someone, at least.

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