[Hiro is not asleep. In fact, he's been awake for a while now; he's just keeping quiet and facing toward the opposite wall, making himself as much of an innocuous lump as possible. If the fact that he can see Tadashi in the mirror in the corner looking his way and frowning every once in a while is any indication, Tadashi wants to talk. Hiro, on the other hand, does not want to talk.
He knows Aunt Cass is upset. He feels kinda bad about that. And he knows Tadashi is still mad about certain...things, that happened. Callaghan's coat hanging on the chair next to his bed serves as a constant reminder. Hiro's not sure what to say; maybe sorry would be a good starting point, but swallowing his pride and working his way up to that is hard. Feeling guilty and crummy is hard. Facing the music is hard.
So he's just avoiding it, instead.
He has the misfortune of bad timing, though; at some point he lifts his head to peer over his shoulder at Tadashi, exactly coinciding with one of those moments where Tadashi turns his head to look at Hiro. And there's this second where he freezes, staring at his brother - and then, because he has no idea what else to do, he quickly rolls back over, yanks the covers all the way over his head, and curls up in a ball underneath.
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He knows Aunt Cass is upset. He feels kinda bad about that. And he knows Tadashi is still mad about certain...things, that happened. Callaghan's coat hanging on the chair next to his bed serves as a constant reminder. Hiro's not sure what to say; maybe sorry would be a good starting point, but swallowing his pride and working his way up to that is hard. Feeling guilty and crummy is hard. Facing the music is hard.
So he's just avoiding it, instead.
He has the misfortune of bad timing, though; at some point he lifts his head to peer over his shoulder at Tadashi, exactly coinciding with one of those moments where Tadashi turns his head to look at Hiro. And there's this second where he freezes, staring at his brother - and then, because he has no idea what else to do, he quickly rolls back over, yanks the covers all the way over his head, and curls up in a ball underneath.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.]