[Hiro lifts his head enough to take a peek at Callaghan's outstretched hand, and he stares at it because what...oh. Oh.
There's a moment's hesitation, and then he fishes the screwdriver out of his pocket, pressing it into Callaghan's palm without looking; he tucks his knees against his chest and buries his face in his arms instead, letting out a quiet, strangled noise.
...At least Callaghan didn't give him away. For that, he's grateful, though it almost makes the whole thing feel worse.]
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There's a moment's hesitation, and then he fishes the screwdriver out of his pocket, pressing it into Callaghan's palm without looking; he tucks his knees against his chest and buries his face in his arms instead, letting out a quiet, strangled noise.
...At least Callaghan didn't give him away. For that, he's grateful, though it almost makes the whole thing feel worse.]