[And Hiro's torn. Because on the one hand, once the microbots finally relax and withdraw away from both Baymax and Tadashi, the relief is overwhelming; his shoulders drop, he lets out the breath he'd been holding, and honetly all he wants to do now is sag bonelessly to the floor and forget about all this bullshit because it's too much.
On the other hand, a hug and an apology are no comfort at all. He's still upset and there's still leftover terror gradually winding its way down in his chest; he shrinks in Tadashi's grip and pushes at him, a childish and not-so-subtle signal that he's mad and the last thing he wants right now is a hug.]
Stupid. You'll just do it again, eventually.
[And he doesn't want to deal with it so he focuses on business, instead:]
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On the other hand, a hug and an apology are no comfort at all. He's still upset and there's still leftover terror gradually winding its way down in his chest; he shrinks in Tadashi's grip and pushes at him, a childish and not-so-subtle signal that he's mad and the last thing he wants right now is a hug.]
Stupid. You'll just do it again, eventually.
[And he doesn't want to deal with it so he focuses on business, instead:]
Baymax. What can we do about his leg?