#tendheart

❪ @tendheart​ ❫

❛ hello, tadashi! ❜ though baymax cannot return his easy grin, there’s a certain fondness as his otherwise robotic voice lifts to greet the other. inclining his head in confirmation that yes, he was fine, baymax tilted his head slightly at the mention of tadashi’s younger brother. after a moment to register the question, he responds — ❛ of course not. we tried the ‘video games’ before. my no harm protocol may have hindered our enjoyment a little. but i put the irritation down to his pubescent mood swings. hiro has also shown me a ‘fist bump!’ a greeting to be used when excited, or pumped up. correct? ❜

          “Oh -- this?  It’s nothing, don’t -- uh.  Don’t worry.”     The bright red cut across her cheek is shallow but bleeding -- she     brushes the liquid away, smearing some.  It barely stings, and such     minor wounds are all - too common after a battle with so many      Heartless -- if anything, she is lucky that this is the extent of it.  Hardly     worth a potion -- nor worth this stranger’s CONCERN.  

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           an apprehension twists away at his stomach,            hands wringing as he avoids eye contact with                tadashi. he shouldn’t be this nervous, shouldn’t            have this much trouble bringing himself to just                talk to his brother.                                            “ hey so, uhh, haven’t seen you around                                               much these days. been busy at the lab? “    ‘i miss you’ goes unsaid, as do the    doubts in his mind -- has he finally    pushed his brother away so much    that tadashi would rather spend his    time at school than with hiro?

tendheart

                  those words, spoken by the younger only moments                        before, thrown back in his face -- a twinge in his gut,                        a pang in his chest . . . yeah, that’s g u i l t .                                                          feet shuffle on the ground, gaze completely avoiding                                                          his brother’s. hands that are typically so steady, so                                                          dexterous, tremble as they wring together, almost                                                          crushing his calloused fingers.   “ yeah. yeah you are. you -- you always will be,     I was just being dumb. bro I, uhh -- yeah. “                                      words that should be so simple don’t seem                                      prepared to surface, catching in his throat as                                      he struggles in his search for them.                                                                                    “            I love you. “