It's in the Blood // Claire & MohinderMature

Sometimes Mohinder found himself overlooking subtle hints, but at the moment, his focus was firmly set on her and getting to know her (and if truth be told, the paranoia in the back of his mind was ensuring she was genuine). The way she seemed to light up as he moved closer helped to calm his nerves. Yes, it had been a very long time since he’d been on a date, but he wasn’t one to jump into such things after what had happened in the past. No, there was something special about Claire besides her ability. Although Mohinder didn’t know her very well yet, he knew he was enjoying himself, which counted for a lot.

The brush of her foot along his leg didn’t go unnoticed, but Mohinder attempted to ignore the chill that ran up his spine and shrug it off as an accident - a welcomed accident. Head tilted in thought at her offer as he looked over her plate, finally deciding to pick up a couple mushrooms with his fork and set them on his own plate. Then he watched as she took in his compliment, noting how her reaction seemed as though she was not used to such praise. Inwardly he frowned at the thought and hoped he was not making her uncomfortable with his words.

“Alright, so right after breakfast, we’ll begin. I hope you like waffles,” he finished with a quiet laugh, unsure of what else to say. The silence that came next wasn’t an awkwardsilence though, at least not to Mohinder. To him, he was just content with sitting beside her. Plus, he wasn’t one to ramble just for the sake of rambling to fill the void unless he was nervous.

Instead, he nibbled on his food, trying one of the mushrooms and then taking a bite of chicken along with a green pepper. Once he bit into the pepper though, he paused. Slowly, eyes widened as realization hit him - they’d accidentally put a hot pepper in place of a regular bell pepper. His skin seemed to sizzle as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Oh gods, it burned! But he wasn’t about to make a big deal of it; not in front of her. No way. Instead, he gulped down the bite and casually lifted his drink to sip at it as though his insides weren’t lit aflame.

Somehow his smile never faded as he was now the one trying to be brave. Swat teams? No big deal. Serial killers? Bring them on. Hot peppers? Now those were a challenge! Conceal, don’t feel. Don’t let her know.

The End

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