[Aunt Cass... she hadn't taken the news well. Getting a call from the hospital telling her that not one, but both of her nephews had been admitted after an accident must've been terrible enough. There were probably a few awful conclusions that were leaped to, parallels drawn between the last time she got a call from the hospital about two family members at once...
And then to find out that the "accident" was actually the end result of her nephews playing at superheroes, and that this wasn't their first excursion. Well, not Hiro's, but it didn't matter who got things started. They're both smart enough to know better. One is a legal adult, even, and can usually be counted on to put a stop to the younger ones worst ideas.
There had been yelling (as much as was possible while still inside the hospital), there had been frustrated, frightened tears, and there had been many, many donuts. Both brothers had been spared the worst of her wrath since returning home, though Tadashi suspected she was simply waiting until they'd recovered enough to be sure whatever lecture or ultimatum she gave them would really hit home. Even so, interactions were understandable strained when she came up to check on them or bring them a warm meal, and for Tadashi the weight of the guilt was almost physical. And Hiro...
They haven't spoken much since coming home from the hospital, primarily because having any sort of intelligent discussion is rather difficult with your head full of fog and your chest full of phlegm, but it'd be a lie to say there wasn't tension between them as well. The willingness to overlook particular actions comes naturally when you've just been pulled from the jaws of death, but later, after everything's calmed down and no one's died, certain subjects have a way of cropping back up. Subjects that difficult to ignore, but aren't necessarily easily brought up. Tadashi at least has Baymax within easy reach should he want to work on the bot's code as a distraction, but there's little point with his head as foggy as it is.
... It's a mess, but he can't stop himself peering around the half-opened divider every time Hiro shifts or makes some kind of noise, a grave frown on his face.]
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And then to find out that the "accident" was actually the end result of her nephews playing at superheroes, and that this wasn't their first excursion. Well, not Hiro's, but it didn't matter who got things started. They're both smart enough to know better. One is a legal adult, even, and can usually be counted on to put a stop to the younger ones worst ideas.
There had been yelling (as much as was possible while still inside the hospital), there had been frustrated, frightened tears, and there had been many, many donuts. Both brothers had been spared the worst of her wrath since returning home, though Tadashi suspected she was simply waiting until they'd recovered enough to be sure whatever lecture or ultimatum she gave them would really hit home. Even so, interactions were understandable strained when she came up to check on them or bring them a warm meal, and for Tadashi the weight of the guilt was almost physical. And Hiro...
They haven't spoken much since coming home from the hospital, primarily because having any sort of intelligent discussion is rather difficult with your head full of fog and your chest full of phlegm, but it'd be a lie to say there wasn't tension between them as well. The willingness to overlook particular actions comes naturally when you've just been pulled from the jaws of death, but later, after everything's calmed down and no one's died, certain subjects have a way of cropping back up. Subjects that difficult to ignore, but aren't necessarily easily brought up. Tadashi at least has Baymax within easy reach should he want to work on the bot's code as a distraction, but there's little point with his head as foggy as it is.
... It's a mess, but he can't stop himself peering around the half-opened divider every time Hiro shifts or makes some kind of noise, a grave frown on his face.]