[Mohinder doesn't have anything so complex swirling within him at the moment. No, he is merely thrilled at Sylar's use of power and the revelation that he hadn't been reading into things all this time. It's a sort of clarity that he hasn't felt for ages.

It means that last sentence catches him by surprise, and he lets out a light chuckle.]

You were jealous of Matt?

[Mohinder hums a bit, pulling back far enough to see Sylar's entire face. He reaches up to cup his chin, running his thumb over Sylar's cheek.]

There wasn't anything there, you know. Not that you should be rewarded when you were the one who betrayed me first, but-

[He breaks contact to shrug off his broken shirt, then reaches back up, giving Sylar a short kiss.]

Maybe we've gotten each other back enough times, now.