He catches him telekinetically, righting him so that he doesn't end up accidentally killing himself, but doesn't pin him. He glances to the door instead, and it locks loudly, trapping Mohinder in the room with him.
"So much for not being afraid, but I wasn't expecting much," he mutters, planting his hands behind him on the bed so he can lean back on them. "I'm not going to hurt you, Mohinder. Or Dale. Or whoever else. Do you really think I would've told you the truth if I planned on any of that?"
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Date: 2011-09-08 12:32 am (UTC)"So much for not being afraid, but I wasn't expecting much," he mutters, planting his hands behind him on the bed so he can lean back on them. "I'm not going to hurt you, Mohinder. Or Dale. Or whoever else. Do you really think I would've told you the truth if I planned on any of that?"