If I made grammatical mistakes (especially stupid ones, like "the same bed the night" or something) then don't hesitate to tell me. I'm usually really tired, so that's probably why I make the mistakes.

Hiro recovered from the situation in the showers rather quickly. Or, at least, he forgot about the shower situation as well as he could rather quickly. Tadashi figured that, because every time that he asked about it Hiro brushed it off, he could stop bugging Hiro about the entire thing. The kid was doing alright, so there was no need to persist.

It was a month into their friendship, and they both had to look at the fact that they were going to get out soon. No one had dared attack or even so much as glance at Hiro after what happened in the showers, which Hiro was thankful for. Also, Hiro was going to get out two weeks early for good behavior, meaning that he and Tadashi were going to be getting out only three days apart. Hiro was going to have to deal without Tadashi for three strenuous days before he would get back out and be put back onto the streets, where he could buy an apartment and such. Tadashi had mentioned having Hiro live with him, but Hiro insisted that it would be too much. He had a feeling that that wouldn't be the last that he was hearing about it, though.

Now, I (the brilliant narrator) would only show you something that actually pertains to the storyline. This is something that does indeed develop the story, but I must clarify one more time.

Hiro and Tadashi are not going to get together in any romantic way.

I know this is heart breaking, but I had to clarify that before I continued, for if I didn't then some people would either be very pissed, rather confused, or extremely hopeful about the next scene. Thank you for reading, now I'm going to carry on with the story. (Also, just as a side note, make sure that you've done your homework, eaten, and gotten enough sleep today, my sweets. Your heath is very important to me, because you can't review if you die.)

It was late afternoon when Hiro and Tadashi began talking – not about moving in together, for they were saving that conversation for later, but about their relationship.

"To be honest, I haven't had anyone as close to me as you since my parents died – I would say a friend as close as you, but I'm unsure if I'd actually call us friends and not something more…" Hiro said, zoning out a little bit.

"Whoa there, knucklehead. No homo," Tadashi chuckled, looking over at Hiro. "Though, like, I don't know. I mean, theoretically a relationship between us would work out, albeit the ratio of—stop laughing, science can be applied to any subject, including the likeliness of a relationship working out," they joked.

"You know there's only one way to find out, right?" Hiro teased, wiggling his eyebrows. Tadashi blushed at this.

"Okay, no, I'm not having sex with you – I've only had sex once, and that was with my ex-girlfriend after we dated for a year," Tadashi said, getting serious now. "We could, if you specifically wanted, kiss, though."

Hiro rolled his eyes and pecked Tadashi on the lips. Tadashi, who was rather shocked, pushed his chin back, making the kiss awkward and unromantic. Hiro was in desperate need of chap-stick, Tadashi noted.

When Hiro pulled away, he was laughing. Tadashi tried to glare, but he ended up laughing, too. They spent a solid five minutes laughing about how much of a failure that the attempt at any form of romance between the two was. When the laughter subsided and they were left holding their stomachs and wiping imaginary tears from their eyes, they looked at each other, Hiro shaking his head.

"I'm not going to date you – I'm really glad we confirmed that, actually. Thank god, you were getting me all confused. And, Tadashi, you're really smooth in a lot of areas, and you're super cute, but kissing in not your thing. I mean, seriously. That was as suave as a donkey having sexual relations with a cactus," Hiro teased, shaking his head. "I was doubting you when you said you've only had sex with one person, but now I don't really doubt it."

"And how many people have you done?" Tadashi inquired, raising an eyebrow and waggling a finger. Hiro rolled his eyes.

"I don't know off the top of my head," he replied. Tadashi was going to reply with a sarcastic remark, but then paused, his eyebrows knitted together.

"You're joking, right?"

"Nope? Why would I be?"

"Well… try and count, I guess."

"Does homosexual… antics count?"

"Sure."

There was a pause while Hiro shrugged, looking up at the ceiling. He found two numbers, glancing at Tadashi. He had a question, but he wasn't sure if Tadashi would react well to it.

Hiro mumbled his question, and, at the request of Tadashi, repeated it louder. "Does it count if it's not necessarily consensual?"

Tadashi coughed, staring at Hiro. "Give me both numbers," he whispered, unsure of how to react.

"Fourteen and twenty one."

There was a silence. Neither of them knew what to say – it irritated that both of the numbers were so high for such a young boy and that there was such a gap between the numbers. Seven times, Hiro had gotten somewhere that he didn't want to be. Seven. Times. Seven… He was roused from his thoughts by Hiro speaking again.

"Calm down, don't be such a downer. And, did you mean how many times or with how many people? Because that's like, how many people not how many times specifically," Hiro supplied, tired of the tension and silence. Tadashi swallowed, even though his mouth was terribly dry.

"It's… fine. This is fine. Uh, so… robotics. If you were to have to choose between an electromagnetic field to hold all of the parts under the same frequency or radio waves to communicate the…"

A/N I don't even pretend to understand robots.