Katie: So have you checked out the pilot chapter to my newest Hidashi Fic? It's titled "He's the woman—" Alright that's enough shameless self promotion.

Sorry if this story is moving too quickly or it seems like Tadashi is getting better too soon, but I think he'd be better able to cope because of Hiro. In this chapter some stuff gets resolved, but this isn't the end of Tadashi's mourning. Its just the end of him wishing he would've died too.

Ozbert Fangirl: Yeah, Hiro can always make his big brother feel better!

WhisperOfThePhantomLight: I'm really sorry you disliked the ending of the last chapter. It was a bit over-used but I thought it fitting. And thank you so much for your kind offer! I'll have to get back to you about being a beta, as of right now I don't have one. I try to do my own editing haha, but I wouldn't be opposed to the help. As for Tadashi's emotions I think you're probably right I could have dragged it on more, but he still has so much to go through! My intentions were to have Tadashi and Hiro uncover Callahan's secret. Ugh I can just imagine how destroyed Tadashi would feel. I can't wait lol

I don't own Big Hero Six!

The small restaurant was fairly empty, just as Hiro assumed it would be. Cesario's wasn't an over popular place to eat in the big city; however, Tadashi loved their food. It was an Italian themed place with lots of different European foods to choose from. Almost everything on their menu was good, not to mention their staff was well kept and managed. It ran smoothly and always smelled delicious. Honestly, Hiro had trouble understanding why it wasn't more popular, it certainly deserved the recognition.

Immediately they were seated in a dark booth, the area surrounding them was vacant so they had a good amount of privacy. After ordering their waitress walks away, head held high. A lot of the employees carried themselves with a certain amount of dignity, Hiro wondered if they trained them that way or hired the confident ones only.

Tadashi's hands rested on top of their table, both palms open. He stared at the lines on his hands hard, almost like he was looking for something. "Why are we here." He states, the questioning tone wasn't employed in his sentence.

"—because I wanted to spend time with my brother." Hiro answers vaguely, not completely sure what Tadashi meant. There was another meaning behind his question, something cold and bleak. Hiro wasn't sure if he wanted to admit he recognized that tone; he certainly didn't want to deal with it. They were going to have a good day; they needed to have a good day.

"No. Why are we really here." Tadashi says, leaning over the table and closer to Hiro. "You came into my room this morning with a determined look on your face. You were adamant about going out. Why." He shakes his head and a long sigh escapes him.

Hiro's mouth went dry, words sticking to the inside of his throat. He just wanted his brother to be happy again, to be fun loving and always looking at things from a new angle. "Tadashi … you haven't been yourself." Hiro wasn't ready to have this conversation, not yet, not when they've only just gotten to Cesario's.

A breathy chuckle cascade's from Tadashi's mouth. "You expect me to be myself? After everything that's happened?"

"I don't know." Hiro says feeling exhausted already. The emotional strain was palpable and he was deathly afraid of saying the wrong thing. "I don't expect anything 'Dashi. I just — I want to help. I hate seeing you like this." Without thinking, Hiro's hand reaches across the table and grips one of his brothers.

"You wouldn't have to if you'd have just let me go." Tadashi whispers, unshed tears prickling in his eyes. His whole body felt heavy and his eye lids drooped, no longer able to keep eye contact.

Hiro's heart leapt into his throat, blood rushing in his ears. That was the last thing he could've done. Doesn't Tadashi understand? Their all each other's got. No one else means more. "No, you wouldn't have made it."

"At least I wouldn't feel this way."

"You wouldn't be able to feel anything at all!" Hiro exclaims, squeezing his brother's hand in the process. "Don't you understand? Professor Callahan wouldn't want you dead. He wouldn't have wanted you to die; he'd want you to live! To keep inventing! To make people's lives better! That's why you're here Tadahsi. You still have so much to do!"

Slowly, Tadashi raises his head to meet his brother's eyes. "I've got nothing left Hiro."

"That's not true." Hiro replies, his own tears streaking down his face. "You've got me 'Dashi." He bites the inside of his cheek, eyes burning. "You'll always have me."

A silence fell over them, the pressure just heavy enough to be felt on each of their shoulders. Something clicked in Tadashi's head; pieces of the puzzle coming together to create an image in his mind. Finally he understood what Hiro meant that night. It was clear now. Hiro was afraid, even more then Tadashi ever was. Several minutes passed before he decided to speak.

"I'm not going to be the last one." Tadashi says, repeating Hiro's line from that fateful night. "You —"He begins, trying to gather the right thing to say, "Oh Hiro." It felt like he was just hit with a freight train. If he had died that night, if Hiro hadn't pulled him back, what would happen to his brother? Hiro Hamada, the most important person in his life, would have been without his big brother. How could he have been willing to let that happen? "I'm sorry." It all made sense now, and Tadashi reasoned Hiro was right. Professor Callahan wouldn't want him to die.

There was still so much he could do.

Katie: I hoped you guys liked this chapter! Review, follow, favorite3

—and please let me know what you thought about this chapter.

*whispers* I'm also sorry this is so short.