Molly held up the coloring book so he could see it better, turning the partially colored page picturing a couple of deer grazing in a meadow toward him with a smile. Setting it back down, she picked up her cup of tea again and frowned into the liquid. "Claude says he thinks Sylar is trying. And he did say he was sorry for what he did," she admitted, then nodded in faint agreement. She wanted to believe he could change, too. She didn't want to be scared of him, and she didn't want to have to worry that he was going to come after her all the time.
She might have said more on the subject, probably would have, if Mohinder hadn't spoken again. What he said next made her take pause. Her eyes widened and she swore her heart skipped a beat. "Really?" she asked in a tone that was hesitant, as though afraid she might have just imagined the question and speaking about it would make it not be true.
Her eyes scanned his face, searching for any sign that he wasn't being serious. She knew, logically, that Mohinder wouldn't joke about something like that but she still had to be sure. And when she saw nothing that indicated he was just teasing, her shock gave way to the first real smile she'd had since Danko's arrival in the city.
"I'd like that," she told him with absolute certainty in her tone. "I'd like that very much." Holding her cup of tea carefully with one hand, she picked up a cookie with the other and leaned lightly against Mohinder in an armless hug before taking a nibble of the treat.
It was as she was chewing that she realized she hadn't checked Danko's location in a while. The last she had checked, Sylar was going somewhere else and Danko - while just across the hall - had been staying put. For a second, she considered not bothering. Mohinder would keep her safe and Sylar said he'd take care of the threat against them all. But now that the thought had crossed her mind, she couldn't seem to think of much else. It was even cutting into the pleasure at the thought of having a real family again.
She knew what she had to do and was grateful, at least, that it would only take a second. Closing her eyes briefly and letting the constant presence of the man beside her keep her fear at bay, Molly's brow furrowed after a second and her eyes snapped back open.
"He's outside the door," she whispered. There was a tremor in her voice as she looked toward the door that led to the hallway, then back to Mohinder with eyes shining with worry. The tea cup she held began to rattle softly in her hand.