[Hiro knows it. Baymax has the scan data to prove it.
He flinches at every syllable, shrinking in on himself. He's gripping at the sheets again, drawing them against his chest and holding them tightly, staring blankly down at his lap because it's the only place he can look - not at that stupid coat, and not at Tadashi because he doesn't want to see the look on his brother's face.
Hiro knows one thing that Tadashi maybe hasn't figured out, not that it gives him any satisfaction knowing it. So far, it only gives him bad dreams.]
He was afraid of Baymax.
[He tucks his knees against his chest and buries his face in his arms, mumbling quietly into them.]
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He flinches at every syllable, shrinking in on himself. He's gripping at the sheets again, drawing them against his chest and holding them tightly, staring blankly down at his lap because it's the only place he can look - not at that stupid coat, and not at Tadashi because he doesn't want to see the look on his brother's face.
Hiro knows one thing that Tadashi maybe hasn't figured out, not that it gives him any satisfaction knowing it. So far, it only gives him bad dreams.]
He was afraid of Baymax.
[He tucks his knees against his chest and buries his face in his arms, mumbling quietly into them.]
That's my fault, too.
[And there it is.]