While You Were Gone, Chapter 25
A/N - Thanks so much for continuing to read & leave reviews. I know this thing is long and mostly just characters working through things, so it's nice to know there are other people out there who enjoy this kind of thing.
I'm not a PT, so can't vouch for the appropriateness of the specific exercise mentioned.
Warnings: Nothing new.
Familiar characters/setting belong to Disney/Marvel. Song lyrics mentioned are from "Better" by Bleachers.
Tadashi clenches his jaw and tries to keep his balance while on his hands and knees. His PT has decided to end today's therapy with a challenge, moving things into near-impossible territory. The therapist squats in front of him now, guiding his outstretched arm out a little straighter. "Hold it there," he says calmly, letting go for a moment. "Now see if you can stretch your leg out. Opposite leg. Straight as you can."
He's pretty sure he's done this exercise once or twice before, in a different life, when his body was healthy and cooperative. He can even picture that version of himself: right arm straight out in front of him, elbow nearly locked, fingers pointed; back even and left leg equally straight, toes pointed at the floor. Entire body neatly aligned. Strong. Steady. Dependable.
Now he struggles simply to keep himself upright, his body already threatening to betray him as he lifts his toes from the floor. Despite scar massage and other stretches at the beginning of his session, his right shoulder feels pushed beyond its limits - he wants to draw it back in closer to his body instead of reaching forward. He tries to bring his leg up a little higher, but his opposite hip dips and he can't support this much body weight on his left arm and shoulder. It's not happening, not today - even this many months after his injuries.
"Okay, get your bearings," his PT is saying patiently. "Get your hands back under your shoulders. It's not an easy exercise. We'll try again, just arms this time."
So Tadashi repositions himself awkwardly, trying to ignore the pull on different joints, the protests from his hands and wrists. Out of the corner of his eye he can see his aunt sitting in a folding chair against the wall, reading something on her phone. She glances up for a moment, smiling and lifting a supportive fist. She's insisted on coming along this time instead of just dropping him off. It must have been the crying, Tadashi thinks. She's caught him at his most vulnerable, but he feels more frustrated than ashamed. It's...well, it's alright around Aunt Cass. She's not going to berate him or baby him or tell him everything's going to be sunshine and rainbows tomorrow. She'll just keep loving him.
He raises his arm again, trying to be open to the PT's corrections, to ignore the discomfort in his shoulder, to focus on what he can do instead of what he can't. He doesn't hate being supported, especially by his family. He's learned to be grateful.
But he does hate being this vulnerable. And he hates making them worry.
Someone has switched up the music in the gym today and Tadashi catches snatches of it. I wanna get better! sings the vocalist, and somehow it captures his frustration at the moment. He can see Aunt Cass thumbing through something on her phone, nodding just a little as she mouths a few of the words.
Better, better, better…
"Anyone want a brownie?"
Honey Lemon peels the lid off a bright pink container and holds the contents out towards her friends. She's gone all out this time, with sprinkles and everything.
"Oooh me!" Fred rushes over, fingers already wiggling in anticipation. He bites into one, closing his eyes and mumbling through the mouthful of dessert. "These are too good for mere mortals, Honey Lemon. I bet they could cure, like, radioactive mosquito bites or something."
"Thanks Freddy," Honey smiles, picking one out of the box for herself before sliding it onto the counter. She bites into it, letting it break down in her mouth until the chocolate rolls over her tongue. Too bad they don't cure disappointment. She glances around at the picked over pizza boxes, at Fred trying to force feed GoGo a brownie and Hiro boredly scrolling through his phone. Wasabi and Tadashi are glaringly missing, but she reminds herself that it's just lunch - it doesn't have to be a sprinkle-worthy celebration of all of them back together again, starting off another year of knowledge and near-daily interaction. She's got a bad habit of building things up in her head and this isn't the first time reality has been underwhelming.
"You guys saved me lunch, right?" Wasabi asks with some urgency, rushing into the lab and hurrying over to inspect the leftovers.
"Yeah, the boring kind's over there," GoGo drawls, right before Fred holds a brownie in front of her nose. She swats it away, almost getting up from her seat. "Get that out of my face, Fred!"
"Cheese pizza is not boring," Wasabi retorts, happily helping himself. "It's consistent and predictable."
Honey Lemon takes another bite of her brownie and crosses the room so that she can stand closer to him. "How was Tadashi?" she asks quietly, eyes darting to Hiro. He doesn't seem overly concerned about his brother's absence, but he hasn't brushed it off either.
"Wiped," Wasabi answers between hurried bites. He looks like he wants to say more, but he shakes his head a little instead. "Sorry, I have class in ten minutes and I haven't even double-checked my binder." A look of horror passes over his face and he rushes to get up, choking down the last of his pizza and grabbing a handful of napkins. "Oh man, I haven't even checked to make sure I have the binder!"
"It's at your workstation," GoGo supplies without looking up from her magazine, although Honey Lemon catches her brief eye roll. "Probably in the section labeled binders." She seems to notice something and starts brushing her hand over her shirt. "Fred, you idiot, you got crumbs all over me!" She shifts in her chair and gingerly extracts something wedged next to her. "Ugh, is this the entire brownie?"
Wasabi returns a moment later, calm demeanor restored. "Actually, everything is peachy. Double-checked my schedule and I have seventeen minutes and the binder is all set up, tabs and everything." He grabs another slice of pizza, standing near Honey Lemon. "You asked about Tadashi. I don't think his morning was all that great. He kind of shutdown on me."
"Oh," Honey Lemon finds herself responding. That's not like him. Regardless of the conversation, Tadashi is usually open, or at least engaged.
"I don't know," Wasabi shrugs, using a napkin to wipe pizza grease off his fingertips. "Maybe he was just tired." He seems to decide the napkin is insufficient and makes his way to the sink instead. He shoves his hands under the water, frustration evident in his voice. "I see him at his house, and he's fine. Lab, fine. Birthday party, fine! And then today - definitely not fine. But I ask him if he wants to talk about it, and he says he's fine!" Wasabi's working himself up, Honey realizes. He tears a paper towel from the dispenser, drying his hands. "Was he dehydrated? In pain? How am I supposed to know?"
Honey places a hand on his shoulder, trying to think of something reassuring to say, but she's interrupted by a fellow student walking past their group. The student pauses, frowning at their group. "Can't believe Hamada's back. He looked rough, yeah?"
"You would too if you got blown up!" GoGo yells from her chair, wrenching her arm back.
"Don't throw the brownie!" Fred intercepts her, trying to retrieve it from her fist. He succeeds and cups the crumbling remains gently in his hands, looking at it intensely. "You deserve to be loved and appreciated." He narrows his eyes at GoGo. "Not treated like common cafeteria swill…"
"Not helpful, GoGo," Hiro speaks up, but he sounds mildly amused. "Maybe try something different if Tadashi's around."
As the days pass, Hiro finds himself more and more tempted to take GoGo's approach. He's growing tired of the second glances and hushed conversations when he's with his brother, of the comments and questions when Tadashi isn't around.
Is your brother okay?
I feel so bad for him. It has to be really hard for him.
Is his face going to stay like that?
Why is Tadashi only back part-time?
So does the doctor think he'll go back to normal or…?
Is your brother okay?
Hiro doesn't know.
"I want to tell them all to just shut up!" he complains to Baymax while he does homework in the garage. "They're not really mean, but...can't they just shut up and leave Tadashi alone?"
"Questions can be intrusive," Baymax announces, ready to start a new spiel. "Several communication strategies may be helpful. Would you like more information on...communication strategies?"
"No, that's okay," Hiro answers. He already knows he should be trying to follow Tadashi's lead, patiently giving people short answers or changing the subject. He's not always very good at it.
He distracts himself with math homework, working through the final steps of a problem in his notebook, before glancing back up to his computer screen to make sure he hasn't missed any part of the equation his professor has assigned. Nope - it's all there. He starts working the problem backwards, more for his own entertainment than anything else, but more thoughts of school and Tadashi come floating back.
How hard is it to just be nice? It happens once in a while: people will tell Tadashi they're glad he's back, instruct him to let them know if they can help with anything, say they miss having him in their classes. Maybe if everyone was nice Tadashi would actually like going to school again. Instead his brother keeps his days there as short as possible, not even bothering to come to campus on the days he doesn't have class. In over a week of school, Tadashi hasn't even set foot inside the lab. At home he's quieter than usual, and Hiro considers nagging him, but he doesn't want to risk making things worse.
He uploads his math assignment to the dropbox, then opens the application he's been using to design gear. He should really finalize his helmet prototype and get it printed. He could need the real thing at any moment, after all. He gazes over the schematics: everything is there, it should meet all the requirements and the aesthetics are super cool. But…
He opens a side screen, pulling up everyone's specs and flipping through them, letting the program do the preliminary work of adjusting the helmet's dimensions to different measurements. It's adaptable. Good.
His fingers hesitate for a moment before he selects the final option in the specs list. The file name is still just a computer-assigned jumble of letters and numbers, but it doesn't matter - Hiro knows what it is. The computer instantly fits Hiro's design to the scan of Tadashi's head, minus a few minor adjustments.
He's not sure why he does it, but he's already sending the design to the printer, hearing it whirr to life. This is just a testing prototype, right? It doesn't mean anything. It's just...just an opportunity.
He might never make anything else for his brother, so why not this?
Tadashi sits in Wasabi's car, navigating through SFIT's online learning app while waiting for Honey Lemon to turn up. Apparently she's tagging along today, claiming she wants to pick up one of Aunt Cass's smoothies. He thumbs through screens until he gets to the page for his class. He's skimming through the links for each week's contents, wondering why in the world his professor hasn't organized things a little better when his eye catches a notification icon over the grades tab. Dr. Chandra must have finally finished grading the first assignment of the semester.
Tadashi isn't sure what he expects to see - he still feels out of practice and Chandra is known to be a less-than-generous grader.
10/10 nice work
He feels his heart race just a little, but it's a good feeling this time. Nice work. It's been a long time since anyone has told him that in reference to something other than his recovery. It's immensely satisfying, maybe more than it should be -
"Hey Tadashi?"
Tadashi tears his attention away from his phone and turns enough in the passenger side seat to see Honey Lemon getting into the back seat of Wasabi's car. "Yeah?"
"Umm...uh, you don't have one of those cards, do you?" she asks, pointing to the rear view mirror. There's nothing there.
Tadashi has a good idea of what she's trying to ask, but something holds him back. "What card?"
"You know," Honey Lemon responds, giving him an encouraging smile. In the driver's seat Wasabi is avoiding eye contact, instead focusing on pulling the car into traffic. "So that Wasabi can park there."
Tadashi follows her finger directly to a section of disabled parking places. "I can walk," he points out lamely. He walks almost every day in his neighborhood. He even ran that one time, sort of. But he really is tired. And the spots are so close. And he doesn't want Wasabi to keep crossing campus alone every day to park and retrieve the car - it's a lot to ask. But... "I think I'll be okay when I get into a routine. It's only the second week."
"Do you think you could get one though?" Honey Lemon presses, and now instead of hesitant she looks kind of excited. She schools the look, but Tadashi can still see a hopeful glimmer in her eyes. "Not very many people use those spots. It would save a lot of time."
"You don't have to do it, Tadashi," Wasabi interrupts the exchange firmly, still focused on the road.
"I'll look for it..." Tadashi offers noncommittally. The truth is that he knows exactly where his placard is, stashed somewhere in Aunt Cass's glove compartment. They haven't used it often - when he goes to the clinic, Fred or Aunt Cass just drops him off at the entrance - and besides, most of the special spots are full already. Other than the rare meal out now and then, he doesn't really go anywhere else.
He retrieves it when he gets home, taking a moment to look it over. It's bright red except for the prominent wheelchair icon. He frowns, thwacking it against his desk a little as he tries to decide whether to bring it along to school. It's supposed to be helpful. It would be helpful.
TEMPORARY, it says, in bold capital letters. It expires mid-December, probably right around finals. He thinks back to his grade, the short but positive comment from his professor. He might not have much figured out, but he's going to ace those two dumb filler class finals. Because he can. He gives the parking card one more look and shoves it into his bag. He can suck it up for semester.
But if he has any control in the matter, he's not renewing the card.
"Can you drive Tadashi today?"
GoGo leans past her work area to look at Wasabi. He's flustered and his lab station is going to pot - she can spot several tools out of place and - the sheer horror! - there are papers not in his precious binders. He looks at her imploringly. "I have a huge presentation and I really need to get into the right headspace..."
Wasabi's been driving Tadashi home after class almost every day for the past two and a half weeks - it's his car, after all. Everyone's been pitching in: dropping off his assignments and paperwork, helping him organize his notes, even filling his damn water bottle. Everyone except GoGo, anyway. The bad friend. She would help, but everyone else is already on it and figuring out a routine.
"Yeah," GoGo agrees. She can do this much at least.
"Great," Wasabi decides, but he still seems just as stressed. He passes her his keys, then gives her detailed instructions on where he's parked and where to find Tadashi and what to do with the car, and after that he pleads with her to please, please, please not drive over the speed limit. She's not making any promises.
She walks into the parking lot later, spotting Wasabi's car in the section of disabled spots. Tadashi's placard dangles from the rearview mirror. It annoys her for some reason, even though it's been nice to have such a short walk to the car. She adjusts the seat - why's everyone else so fricking tall?! - then promptly scrunches down to wait for Tadashi to show up.
She tries to decide why she's in such a foul mood. This isn't really inconveniencing her - out of all of them, she probably has the longest lunch break between classes. She doesn't have loads of work to do. And she likes driving, especially when she knows it will mess with Wasabi.
If she's honest…
...it's Tadashi.
Why isn't that idiot doing better by now? Why's he so needy? And so stupidly serious all the time? She glares at the parking tag, wanting to rip it off the mirror and feed it through a wood chipper. She sinks further down in the driver's seat, irritated at herself for being mad at Tadashi for things out of his control. It's not like he can just wake up and decide he's going to be all better. At least he's here, right?
Except he's not, not the way GoGo remembers him. As time goes on, he almost seems less and less like his former self.
She liked the old Tadashi better.
"Get in!" she yells at him after spotting him in the side mirror. She straightens up and leans halfway out the window. "Let's go!"
"Where's Wasabi?" Tadashi asks as he pulls on his seatbelt. She's heard from other people that his two classes tire him out, but he looks fine today. Subdued, but not exhausted. When she tells him Wasabi was busy, he mentions that he could have just taken the bus.
"Nobody's going to make you take the bus," GoGo comments, focusing on getting to his house.
"But I can take the bus," Tadashi insists, and GoGo detects a hint of annoyance in his voice.
She catches a grin pulling at her mouth. She likes that he's irritated that people are going out of their way to help him. It's familiar, because being helpful has always been his thing. She raises an eyebrow at him, taking her foot off the gas. "You want me to drop you off right here? Next bus stop is two blocks away."
"No, just keep driving!" Tadashi retorts, glancing over his shoulder to make sure there's no one driving right behind them. He's silent after that, which is...not normal. No so, how was your day, GoGo? or Do you have any races coming up? or I can't believe Wasabi's letting you drive his car.
She thinks about asking about his day - he can brush her off if he wants, but as the silence lingers on she starts to mull over the last few months. Yeah...obviously, she remembers saying, and she realizes she's never apologized. She sucks her teeth for a moment, feeling her gum press against her back molars. She glances to where Tadashi is resting with his eyes closed. "Are we good?"
His eyes pop open and he looks at her for a long moment. "What do you mean?" he asks, but his tone conveys critical expectation, not friendly confusion. He's not smiling. He doesn't say what are you talking about, GoGo? Why wouldn't we be good?
Damn it, Tadashi.
"I said some things, back when we were arguing about Hiro," GoGo forces out. She slows down for a red light, hoping it will turn green so they're not stuck in the car looking at each other. True things, but not kind things, not the sort of things you say to a friend, especially a best friend...although she's not sure she considers Tadashi a best friend anymore. "I...you're dealing with a lot of crap. You shouldn't have to deal with a crappy friend too."
"Only a little crappy," Tadashi allows, his voice a little warmer now. He smiles a little. "I heard you tried to throw a brownie at Cody Mercier."
"He's a jerk!"
"You still shouldn't throw food in the lab," Tadashi reprimands her, but he's still smiling.
Tadashi climbs the stairs to his room after another morning on campus, promising himself that he'll do homework right away instead of giving in to the temptation to lie down. Everyone keeps saying that things are going to get easier: he'll get used to being in school again, he'll keep gaining more independence, his scars will fade.
He toes off his shoes and kicks them towards the wall when he reaches the landing, keeping one arm against the wall for balance. You'll figure it out, they say. And maybe they're right. Questions in his smaller class are shifting from so, are your burns, like, everywhere? to did you do all the problems for today? Completing readings and homework is starting to feel more natural. He's not as exhausted physically and mentally as he was the first week or two.
He heads into his side of the room and he notices it immediately - there's a helmet resting on his bed. Tadashi is confused - both by its presence and the feelings it provokes. It's not Hiro's style to leave something here for him to find unaccompanied. No, Hiro would much rather unveil his creation, explain it, talk it up.
He doesn't know how to feel: angry, touched, frustrated - but curiosity overwhelms everything else and he sits down on the bed, drawing it into his lap. It's the same dull grey color as the composite filament he gave Hiro - it hasn't been painted, but all the edges and joins have been smoothed and it's coated in some kind of sealant. It's heavier than he expected too: he tilts it up and realizes that aside from the color, it's complete: there are padding and components inside.
Ugh...how much time did that bonehead put into this? Tadashi sighs and rubs his forehead, then sets the helmet on the floor. There isn't any point in Hiro making him a helmet like this - it's protective gear with a communication device. It's never going to get used. What does Hiro expect him to do? Listen in? Act like a glorified GPS? Order them coffee?
He's stretching his neck later, letting his head bend over the edge of the bed as he looks up at the ceiling. Hiro walks into his line of vision with a bag of gummy bears, chewing slowly.
"You're ruining the view," Tadashi tells him.
Hiro opens his mouth for a moment, revealing several half-chewed gummies. "Better?"
"Your best work yet," Tadashi answers, scooting back onto the bed and pulling a pillow under his back so that he can stretch his chest. He arches his spine and tries to bring both arms over his head, annoyed when the right one refuses to fully cooperate. "So much better than that helmet you left in here."
"Oh yeah," Hiro nods, reaching into the bag for more gummy bears. "That's the prototype you told me to make." He leans closer, unable to contain an excited grin. "You wanna go and try to break it? I bet Fred has some anvils and stuff."
Hiro peers up at Fred's house with Tadashi on Saturday morning, glancing at his brother. "Oh yeah...this is, um, Fred's house. We forgot to tell you that."
"I actually knew about this," Tadashi answers, but he still stares. "Still bigger than I thought it would be though."
It starts off methodical: Tadashi has an entire testing protocol planned out, and Fred and Hiro comply with ladders and measuring tapes and, yes, anvils. And then things sort of...deteriorate. It starts off reasonably enough: Hiro figures maybe they should test the helmet's strength against Baymax's rocket fist. In case anyone accidentally moves into the line of fire or something, right?
"Whoa," Tadashi breaths, blinking at the helmet...and the stone wall it's been smashed through. It's then that Hiro realizes that while his brother has watched news coverage videos, he's never actually seen any of their hero gear in action. Tadashi raises his eyebrows, giving Hiro a faint nod of approval - he's not going to dis the rocket fist. Hiro jogs over to retrieve the helmet. It's scuffed up and there are scratches all over the face shield, but it hasn't cracked or split anywhere. He pulls it onto his head, powering it up. The display flickers on and he hears the crackle of the com system. "Audio and visuals still work!" he announces excitedly, giving Fred and Tadashi two thumbs up. Honestly, he's impressed with himself this time around. You know, as usual.
So of course it's sort of a challenge to see if they can break it.
"Wait, wait, wait," Fred stops Hiro before he can hurl the helmet against the wall again. "This isn't realistic. Be right back."
He returns a few minutes later with a large honeydew melon under his arm. Hiro realizes Fred has drawn a pathetic looking face onto it: huge vacant eyes with massive lashes and a somewhat wobbly mouth. "Meet Agatha," Fred announces proudly, shoving the melon into the helmet. "She's shy, but, like, suuuuuper sweet."
"Really nice of her to volunteer for this," Tadashi comments with a grin. He's in an unusually good mood, Hiro realizes. Good enough for… "She's one in a melon, that girl."
...stupid jokes. Hiro resists the urge to slap his palm against his forehead. "You know melons are nothing like human skulls, right?" Hiro asks. Tadashi should know at least. He pulls on a pair of safety goggles and thinks briefly that if the melon breaks, it could damage all the electronics...but that's kind of what they're going for, right?
"Don't insult her!" Fred gasps, clutching the helmeted melon to his chest while Tadashi says something about duct taping it in. Hiro glances to the courtyard, admiring the growing pile of items Fred's butler is assembling. Baymax hones in on it as well, announcing, "I have some concerns."
"Brought our stuff," GoGo calls, lifting a mag disk over her head. Behind her Hiro sees Wasabi and Honey Lemon. "And treats!" Honey yells, holding onto a luridly pink cake pan. Please be real treats, Hiro prays. He's pretty sure she snuck spinach into her lemon bars last time - they were definitely green.
"Commence the destruction!" Fred announces, just as his butler fires up a chainsaw.
"You want in?" Hiro asks later, joining Tadashi where he's sitting under one of Fred's patio umbrellas. Together they watch as Heathcliff shows a hesitant Honey Lemon how to position an air rifle, right before she peppers the helmet's face shield with pellets.
"Nice aim, Honey Lemon!" Tadashi calls, then he turns his attention to Hiro. "I'm good." Hiro thinks he sounds genuine this time, maybe even amused. Together they continue watching as Honey Lemon smothers Fred's butler in an excited hug while GoGo tries repeatedly to drive the edge of her mag disk into the top of the helmet. They can see Baymax and Wasabi trying to dissuade Fred from turning on what Hiro thinks looks a lot like a light saber.
It's all kind of stupid really, Hiro realizes. He doesn't mind.
The helmet is hurled, hacked, dropped, even catapulted - and somehow makes it through.
The melon does not.
"Agatha!" Fred laments, falling to his knees as he lifts the helmet into the air, melon juice dripping down his wrist and onto his sleeve. He licks his forearm, then rises to his feet, apparently recovered. "You guys think we can still eat her?"
"Her? That just sounds wrong, Fred," GoGo comments, shoving her goggles up and folding her arms over her chest.
"That melon is unsanitary, Fred!" Wasabi warns, scrambling to get a closer look as Fred peels off all the duct tape. "And - ugh - definitely overripe."
Later, Hiro carries the battered helmet as he and Tadashi walk back towards Fred's house. It's in bad shape: dented and scratched, with little gouges and chips missing. It's discolored and sticky and it's starting to stink like spoiled fruit. The electronics are definitely compromised, if not completely shot. But, he thinks admiringly, it survived. Not bad for a prototype.
He lifts it up into Tadashi's line of vision. "This make you feel better?"
"Yeah," Tadashi admits genially, ruffling Hiro's hair for a moment. "Gotta protect that big brain of yours." He stops walking and his eyebrows wrinkle together a bit. "You know...I wasn't sure what you were up to when I saw that thing in my room."
Hiro shrugs. "I used your scan to make it," he admits. He suddenly feels incredibly low, a sharp contrast to the elation of a few minutes ago. He doesn't know what to say - how to convey to Tadashi that yes, he knows his brother doesn't fully approve of the superhero stuff and he knows he's not strong enough to suit up and run around the city - but he wants him connected. He drops onto one of Fred's lounge chairs, rubbing his shoe against the ground. "I don't really know why. It just sort of turned out that way."
Tadashi sits down next to him, close enough that their shoulders touch. He stares out over Fred's yard for a long time before turning his head towards Hiro. His face is shadowed by the brim of his hat, but Hiro can see the serious expression, the unspoken apology in his brother's eyes. "I can't do it, Hiro. Even if I wanted to."
Hiro wants to be angry again: at Callaghan, at the fire, even at Tadashi - but those feelings don't flare up in him the way they have before. He's more frustrated at himself this time - that he hasn't been able to find a way to make his older brother better or happier or...or back into his old self. And sad, because he's beginning to realize he might never get that version of Tadashi back again. He doesn't like picturing a future where his brother is always on the fringes, instead of standing next to him. At school. Everywhere. He curls his arms around the helmet on his lap, tracing the dents with a fingertip. "I know," he admits quietly. He exhales loudly. "I don't like doing things without you."
"You sure liked bot-fighting." Tadashi nudges him, but his attempt at lightening the mood is short-lived. His grin shifts into a faltering smile. "I can't do everything with you, Hiro. I'm trying to be alright with that." He looks at Hiro steadily. "But you can still do a lot with me, if you want." He holds out a fist, waiting. "Hamada brothers for life, right?"
"For life," Hiro repeats. It's weird doing their fist bump left-handed, but Hiro figures he can try to meet his brother where he is.
A/N - Thanks for reading. Please let me know if there was something in particular you liked/laughed at/hated - it makes writing all the details worth it.
Ask questions!
Tadashi: Just try not to be like Cody.
Hiro: Unless you want a brownie thrown at you.