[And he really does mean that, genuinely. They may not be friends, there may always be that faint, bitter note between them, but even Hiro starts to feel bad for a guy that looks this beat down. Maybe he shuffles his feet uncomfortably and grips tightly at the hem of his jacket; maybe he bites his lip and eyeballs his sneakers, looking almost guilty.
He could've thought this through a little better, maybe.
Regardless, though, he stays where he is, and then after a second seats himself cross-legged on the floor, watching Callaghan intently. So maybe he's a little curious. Just a tad.]
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[And he really does mean that, genuinely. They may not be friends, there may always be that faint, bitter note between them, but even Hiro starts to feel bad for a guy that looks this beat down. Maybe he shuffles his feet uncomfortably and grips tightly at the hem of his jacket; maybe he bites his lip and eyeballs his sneakers, looking almost guilty.
He could've thought this through a little better, maybe.
Regardless, though, he stays where he is, and then after a second seats himself cross-legged on the floor, watching Callaghan intently. So maybe he's a little curious. Just a tad.]
What exactly are you gonna try?