Cass stared at the small child sitting beside her nephew, who uttered a nervous laugh as he stood up, arms raised in a placating gesture, "Aunt Cass…" he said when she pointed and began to stutter and stammer. "This… This is Tadashi's son…"

Cass froze at that, and turned her attention to Hiro, who, unbeknownst to his nephew, was well beyond 'overjoyed' at his sudden appearance. The teen's eyes were misty and there was a big shaky smile on his face, as though he still couldn't believe that something so good had happened. Just like Tadashi, the aging woman thought to herself, even after he's dead and gone, he's still keeping his brother happy. She moved around Hiro, listening to his passing warning, and went to sit near her grandnephew for the first time. Just as Hiro had said, 'Tadashi the second' was very paranoid of strangers, despite the fact that they shouldn't have been so in the first place. Still, Cass was determined to change that as she slowly reached for a hug, moving in slowly enough not to feel intimidating, and leaving it light enough for him to wriggle out should he want to. Though not immediately, he did eventually return the hug, after an encouraging look from Hiro.

The typically bubbly woman was careful about her volume and physical contact all night, though she dumped extras on Hiro to emphasize that he was okay about it, so T2 could be too. Later on, Cass spent nearly an hour in the kitchen, watching Hiro and Tadashi2 interact, watching the boy gradually allow more and more physical contact. For dinner, T2 didn't eat much, and when Cass asked why, he simply shook his head. After a few more attempts they all decided that they would go to bed.

Hiro could loan his own old Pj's. He could skip his own shower to save the hot water for T2. He could force back another temper-tantrum when he caught sight of T2's burn-scars in the mirror.

He couldn't give away Tadashi's room.

Not in one night anyway, thus he gave away his bed to the child who was too tired to bother with his already-typical paranoia. The kid was out like a light, but Hiro spent a few more hours in the pale light of his phone, reading and re-reading through the paperwork, Tadashi's notebooks, even his own journal to get some history on the boy. Tadashi1's actual knowledge about his child was in question, and Hiro couldn't find any indication that Tadashi KNEW he was a dad. It was saddening that Tadashi, who had always seemed like he would be the best dad EVER, who had always wanted to be a dad, had never even MET his child, known he was out there. Every few minutes Hiro would glance up from his reading material to his nephew and allow an involuntary smile onto his face, even when he left his birthday, even as he approached 5 am, when he finally laid himself down in his sleeping bag to go to sleep.

Though he couldn't give that smile when he was suddenly in front of that building again, and couldn't smile as he watched both Tadashi AND his nephew vanish into the inferno. His face was twisted into a look of horror as he was forced to watch both corpses twist and shrivel to nothing as they screamed his name in desperation. They were desperate for help that Hiro, as usual, couldn't give. Though something about watching this happen to his nephew was even worse than his normal nightmares; was FAR beyond what he could handle.

Eventually they were both dead, and Hiro was the one burning and sobbing in pain and remorse when a coolness, a touch came onto his shoulder, along with the faint whisper of a near heavenly voice. "Oji-san." It whispered two or three times, before, "wake-up." Abruptly pulled Hiro from his nightmare and judo-flipped him back into his sleeping bag, from where he could see his perfectly-alright nephew leaning over him. After a few shaky breaths, Hiro quietly apologized and excused himself so he could take a shower to wash away the thick sheen of cold sweat and his overwhelming embarrassment.

When the teen returned though he found that Tadashi2 was a lot like his dad, and had stayed up to wait for him. "Hi…" he murmured.

"Hi." Hiro answered back.

"are you okay…?" the boy nearly whispered.

"fine." He murmured back, not wanting to worry him, "just a bad dream. We all get 'em." The boy nodded, and after a moment, he jumped from his seat on the bed and pulled his uncle over to it. After Hiro got the gist of what he was trying to do, he laid himself down and as he reached for his nephew the way Cass had shown him, the boy threw himself at his uncle, apparently more desperate for the offered contact than Hiro was.

"What was your bad dream about?" the boy murmured hesitantly, and before Hiro could tell him it was no big deal, he recalled that 'We all get 'em.' And realized that he might not have been what woke up T2.

"It was about the night I lost your dad, and then about losing you too." He said, not willing to give the traumatic details to a four-year-old. "What was yours about?"

"…A… a witch…" he lied, though he was as bad as Tadashi and Hiro could tell.

"Nice try. What really?" a minute of silence and Hiro sighed, "I need you to trust me buddy. We just met, but I'm not going to bite, or stab you in the back or anything. Promise."

An embarrassed smile and, "… that you… that you hated me." Hiro returned the smile and kissed his nephew on the head.

"Well guess what?"

"What?"

"I love you too much," a gasp, "I could never hate you."

"N-never?" he asked, shocked.

"Never-ever-ever." Hiro smiled, "remember that; I might get upset with you, but I couldn't hate you. I love you, Tadashi."

A tearful smile and that angelic little voice spoke again; "I love you too, Oji!" and the grip around his torso tightened and Hiro tightened his own in response. Hiro waited a moment before humming a wordless lullaby that Tadashi once sang him, ferrying his nephew to more cheerful dreams in minutes. Though Hiro's mind was stuck on his choice of name. You named him after his dead father, way to jinx him. After a short movie called 'painful deaths for you nephew' screened on the backs of his eyelids, Hiro pulled up his phone and desperately searched Japanese Names that mean long lived, eventually finding Hisao.

Hisao Tadashi Hamada. He'd run it by aunt Cass in the morning, but Hiro had a feeling his name would stick.