[Hiro tries to look more encouraged, but mostly he looks like Tadashi's poking him with dozens of needles, wincing and grimacing as he disinfects each tiny cut one at a time.

Maybe he whines a little more than necessary; maybe he's hamming it up for sympathy points and leftover pastries from the bakery later. Not like he's going to be using the computer with his fingers all huge and band-aid covered. He pouts at Tadashi.]

I'm not letting you help unless you promise not to do anything stupid like jump between me and a bunch of glitchy microbots again.