Awkward
Tyson wasn't taking it very well.
So they stood around awkwardly, trying not to look at each other, saying soft things like, "Man, sorry—I guess, uh…"
Because they'd just assumed that he—he knew… They were brothers after all. They—didn't they talk at all, ever, a little bit? There were, there were cell phones and all…you know. There were conversations and weren't—weren't there silly questions like, "So how are you? Where are you?" And the truth… wasn't there the truth? They were brothers, wasn't there—talk of living arrangements? Of—of where Hiro would be..? Wasn't there talk of why Hiro would be at Garland's—with Brooklyn, you know, with the older C-Bolt kids, with… Why he would be with Ming-Ming and Moses and Monica—or maybe in a hotel, you know, maybe, alone, you know, uh… Wasn't there talk of why he would maybe be traveling..?
But that was the problem, Tyson sort of screamed. Because he wasn't traveling!
He was here, but he wasn't with me! He was here but he didn't tell me he was here so he wouldn't be with ME!
Tyson screamed. And wasn't taking it well.
And Hiro didn't come home.