[Tadashi will note that Hiro doesn't say anything right away, but that there's a quiet huff and the lump under the blankets shrinks away from him. And still doesn't say anything. He doesn't want to talk. It's just that the guilt gnawing at his insides persists, reminding him he can't leave his brother hanging forever, that at some point he has to say something.
He puts it off for as long as humanly possible. Eventually he tugs the blanket back by degrees, only his eyes visible as he peers briefly over his shoulder at Tadashi and then lays his head back down and looks away again.
Except there's that stupid coat, so he can't look any direction without something making him feel bad. All he needs now is for Aunt Cass to appear at the head of the stairs.]
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He puts it off for as long as humanly possible. Eventually he tugs the blanket back by degrees, only his eyes visible as he peers briefly over his shoulder at Tadashi and then lays his head back down and looks away again.
Except there's that stupid coat, so he can't look any direction without something making him feel bad. All he needs now is for Aunt Cass to appear at the head of the stairs.]
Well? You can get it over with. I'm listening.