and vice versa
Hiro leaned back and gazed upon the pile of computer monitors and TV screens flashing different videos from different places, different times, united by the common presence of Brooklyn. Brooklyn fighting Kai, Brooklyn fighting Tyson; Hiro hardly looked at those three, he had every frame memorized. They played in his dreams.
Brooklyn fighting Garland, newer, smiles on both their faces but this angle only involved Brooklyn's smile. Sometimes his non-smiles. The subtleties of Brooklyn's face.
Hiro was always there to watch in person, but he liked retreating to his room where he wasn't expected to behave himself, with his pile of electronics (ninjas did technology these days) and the videos that he'd pay for. Watching without sound. Surrounded. Sometimes he got like this and had to play his favorites all at once.
Had to half-close his eyes because he might be lulled asleep, surrounded by Brooklyn, more comfortable than he ever felt. Had a bad enough day to turn on the volume, watching through Mimi's camcorder Brooklyn drag himself from a lake, up onto a dock, saying, "Hi." Watched himself step into frame. Step over. Whisper into Brooklyn's ear.
Watched Hiro, whispering, "I can be the genius to your insanity."
a/n: Creeper. Thanks so much for causing this, feather-duster!