OMG Haqppy Easter and Soooooooooo sorry for the long wait! See, I've been busy and stuff, and I'll hopefully get out of Writer's Block Prison soon!

"Hiro? Hiro are you awake honey?"

The boy buried himself deeper in the covers. He did not want to wake up.

"Hiro come on, you're going to be late for—"

"I'm not going."

Aunt Cass raised an eyebrow "But honey...you commissioned this fundraser. You have to be there."

"I just don't want to go."

Aunt Cass sighed, running a hand down her nephew's back. Hiro had put together the Tadashi Grant fundraiser at the college, and he was supposed to do the opening and closing speeches. However, now he seemed uncharacteristically hesitant.

"I can't hear them anymore. I just can't."

Cass sighed. Her nephew didn't want to hear the pity, the disdain, the scoffing. Hiro was tired of fighting the crowds, exhausted emotionally and physically from holding Tadashi close to his heart yet moving on with his life. Her nephew was a genius, he was street smart and clever.

But he was still just a child. A child with the weight of loss heavy on his shoulders. The loss of Tadashi had ripped a hole in Hiro that he rarely let show, until moments like today when the full gravity of his situation made itself very known. Cass sighed and patted him, then whispered "Whenever you're ready, Hiro." and went downstairs to start working.

Hiro stayed buried in the covers, his mind trying to convince his body to move. His mind, the teen thought with a groan, often spoke like Tadashi.

Come on, Squirt, get up and go. You'll miss out on all the fun if you stay here moping!

When it did that, the boy instinctively answered as he would his brother. In this case he gave a rather loud groan HMPH, and buried deeper in the soft dark bliss that was his bed. "I don't wanna! Lemme sleep!"

Hiro. You promised Honey Lemon you'd be there...and you know she'll be upset at you if you break your word...

"Shut up Tadashi!" he groaned half conscious, "I just need a few more minutes that's all then I'll go!"

Suuure you will.

Hiro really loved his brother. But he also wished that his 'inner voice' sounded a little more like Baymax and a little less like Tadashi.

At least then it would not hurt as much every time he had a mental conversation with himself.