[That gets a tight-lipped, guilty look quickly aimed downward at Hiro's sneakers. He can't tell the truth, not when the last thing he remembers is tossing a neatly typed notice of acceptance printed on SFIT letterhead in the garbage. And then picking up his fighting bot to work on it -
Can't say that, either.
He finds he's ashamed of every possible explanation he could give and would sort of like to just...run, maybe, and hide again. He tries to frame it in the least pathetic-sounding way he can come up with.]
I was...in my room? The fire was a few weeks ago... [He rubs the back of his neck, a nervous, tell-tale gesture, and laughs half-heartedly.] First time I've been out since then, and it's on the back of a giant turtle, apparently. Okay but seriously, what about Tadashi?
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Can't say that, either.
He finds he's ashamed of every possible explanation he could give and would sort of like to just...run, maybe, and hide again. He tries to frame it in the least pathetic-sounding way he can come up with.]
I was...in my room? The fire was a few weeks ago... [He rubs the back of his neck, a nervous, tell-tale gesture, and laughs half-heartedly.] First time I've been out since then, and it's on the back of a giant turtle, apparently. Okay but seriously, what about Tadashi?