[Hiro doesn't look convinced. Maybe, logically, it wouldn't be his fault, but there's so much more than logic in play...wild teenage emotions, for one. The gut-wrenching memory of the last time he'd seen his brother, before he'd died in a fire and then...stopped being dead, for another.
His expression settles into something like a mopey frown, and he sags back into the couch, dropping his hands into his lap palms up, so Tadashi can get to them easily.]
I have to fix it, though. If he won't do it, then I need to.
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His expression settles into something like a mopey frown, and he sags back into the couch, dropping his hands into his lap palms up, so Tadashi can get to them easily.]
I have to fix it, though. If he won't do it, then I need to.