[And...Hiro doesn't know how to react to that. The seconds tick by as he stares at Callaghan's outstretched hand, mouth half-open and working to try and form some kind of response, and he doesn't take it but he doesn't run screaming either.

Part of him would like to. Maybe he wants to get out, maybe he'd like to throw all this out the window and just run scared because he's only fourteen and maybe it's all too big for him. Maybe he's not ready to ~help a lot of people~ and change the world -

But he's not ready to give up yet, either. Nor is he ready to lose his brother a second time. So after a couple of seconds he reaches for the offered hand - and no it's not easy, he gets psyched out at first, flinches and almost draws back again halfway there - but he does take it. He swallows hard, fixing his eyes on the concrete at his feet.]

It's - [he doesn't know what to say. What would his brother say? Something cheesy and sentimental, probably.] - It's okay. It wasn't you, I get it. We can - we'll find a way to fix it.

[...He didn't really want to share just how bad it scared him, but his trembling fingers make it embarrassingly obvious and now Callaghan can probably feel it. So he hurriedly ducks under Callaghan's arm and pulls it over his shoulder to provide what support he can and distract from the shaking. He nods at the tunnel the microbots poured out of.]

...That's the way out, right?