as Callaghan stares wide-eyed at Baymax, the events of the past few days warring with the exhaustion warring with the threat warring with the need to not be here. the microbots are clearly anxious as well, their sudden rigidity somehow coming across as tense, as if there's a fear that if they took any sudden action they'd provoke it all in to crashing down.
but this- in the seconds that tick by, even like this, Callaghan can understand it's somehow different. he doesn't understand how, at first, his eyes only darting to the side when he hears his name, called, and there's- there's Tadashi, of all people, crouched and hands spread. and behind him- his brother, Hiro, looking terrified. for Tadashi, and back to the center, to the white-ballooned robot who, of all things, is talking about his leg?
it's almost, almost enough to make him laugh hysterically. but instead he just swallows and manages a shaky nod, lowering his head before heaving a heavy breath]
I need- give me a minute.
[the microbots aren't relaxing. but he's trying to, resting his head on the back of his hand and trying to breathe. and slowly, they begin to retract towards him, withdrawing their 'feelers' back in to the central mass as Baymax is, piece by piece, released]
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as Callaghan stares wide-eyed at Baymax, the events of the past few days warring with the exhaustion warring with the threat warring with the need to not be here. the microbots are clearly anxious as well, their sudden rigidity somehow coming across as tense, as if there's a fear that if they took any sudden action they'd provoke it all in to crashing down.
but this- in the seconds that tick by, even like this, Callaghan can understand it's somehow different. he doesn't understand how, at first, his eyes only darting to the side when he hears his name, called, and there's- there's Tadashi, of all people, crouched and hands spread. and behind him- his brother, Hiro, looking terrified. for Tadashi, and back to the center, to the white-ballooned robot who, of all things, is talking about his leg?
it's almost, almost enough to make him laugh hysterically. but instead he just swallows and manages a shaky nod, lowering his head before heaving a heavy breath]
I need- give me a minute.
[the microbots aren't relaxing. but he's trying to, resting his head on the back of his hand and trying to breathe. and slowly, they begin to retract towards him, withdrawing their 'feelers' back in to the central mass as Baymax is, piece by piece, released]