Eyes bugged out of their sockets as her jaw was dragged across the floor, following Nathan outside. “Really?” She asked in an enthusiastic, high pitched voice that could only belong to a girl as young as she was. And yet, something always told Molly she’d always have a slightly youthful outlook on the world, despite her age at the time. But t he very idea Matt—her Matt!—flew with Nathan Petrelli seemed so out of this world, especially with her first hero played ‘overprotective father’ with his partner-in-crime, Mohinder Suresh. It was like hearing that Mohinder road a motorcycle or something. It was that weird, but cool at the same time.
Though, Molly knew that even if Mohinder did drive a motorcycle, he’d probably never allow her a ride for fear of her safety. She respected their over protectiveness, it made her feel safe, loved, but there were times when she wanted to rip out her long locks of light brown in frustration. She knew that all grownups did that to their children, not just her heroes; that didn’t make it any less frustrating, though. And she didn’t know for sure but just the way Nathan treated her, speaking to her and not at her, he must’ve been a really, really patient father—or was, currently. And if neither were true; he would make a really good father someday, just like her deceased father, and the two he sent to her from heaven were to her.
Though she had to ask once more, just for clarification: “Really?”