“Yeah well, it’s a good job I’m good in the sack, right?” Luke was beginning to get bored, and boredom led to impatience. 

“Oh you really think so? Listen, I’ve had people who…who…” his voice trailed off, fading into silence for a moment while he thought. “That’s it!” He cried suddenly. 

“What? What’s ‘it’?” 

“Mohinder.”
This whole exchange made me snort my coffee. You're in huge trouble now, anon. It's a rare moment of humor that completely highlights just how dark this fic gets.

I love that you've stuck with Luke's point of view, alternating between anger and jealousy and resentment so well. It makes his gradual realization of his worth and confusion about his feelings for Mohinder all the more believable.