Maybe "funny" wasn't the right word. Hiro certainly didn't feel like laughing about anything at the moment.
Since he and Nico arrived at the Station about a week ago he'd done his best not to let the outcome of his talk with Jason affect him. He'd done well putting on a show but he knew Nico probably wasn't buying it. Nico at least was polite enough to let him pretend, telling him stories and trying to keep things light while Hiro worked to keep himself afloat and not sink. It's Joshua that Hiro's worried about. Joshua never seemed to hold back his opinions and Joshua was also one of the people in the Drabwurld unafraid to call Hiro on his shit.
Much like Jason.
But he had a promise to keep. He had a promise to keep and just because he'd managed to break every other promise doesn't mean he could break this one.
He hadn't had a chance to speak with Joshua since Samhain...right after everything started to happen and the world came tumbling down again. He wished he'd thought of sending a letter maybe, something, but there hadn't been time and Hiro...so stupidly thought he could handle everything and wiggle and lie and fix and solve everything on his own.
Hah.
He's not entirely sure where Nico is now but that's okay. It's best not to let the boy know who he's slipping off to meet with and he knows Joshua will know where to meet him. It's a quiet area where they won't be disturbed. And Hiro gets there first, a cup of coffee and a cup of tea next to him because he couldn't decide what would be more appropriate and god he was kind of nervous.
Maybe nervous was the wrong word, but there was an uncomfortable pull in his stomach that he recognized as "guilt" all over again, along with a slight twitch of eagerness to see Joshua again. Not to mention he'd especially put a lot of thought into Tadashi lately and surprisingly, even a year later, it still stung but in a slightly different way. It was a mess.
Correction: he was a mess.
But he could try to clean up his act at least for a few hours he has carved aside for Joshua. All he has to do now is wait for the other boy to show up and ignore the way his toe's scuffing into the ground as his leg idly swings back and forth, fingers drumming on his own knee.
April, that certain anniversary...
Maybe "funny" wasn't the right word. Hiro certainly didn't feel like laughing about anything at the moment.
Since he and Nico arrived at the Station about a week ago he'd done his best not to let the outcome of his talk with Jason affect him. He'd done well putting on a show but he knew Nico probably wasn't buying it. Nico at least was polite enough to let him pretend, telling him stories and trying to keep things light while Hiro worked to keep himself afloat and not sink. It's Joshua that Hiro's worried about. Joshua never seemed to hold back his opinions and Joshua was also one of the people in the Drabwurld unafraid to call Hiro on his shit.
Much like Jason.
But he had a promise to keep. He had a promise to keep and just because he'd managed to break every other promise doesn't mean he could break this one.
He hadn't had a chance to speak with Joshua since Samhain...right after everything started to happen and the world came tumbling down again. He wished he'd thought of sending a letter maybe, something, but there hadn't been time and Hiro...so stupidly thought he could handle everything and wiggle and lie and fix and solve everything on his own.
Hah.
He's not entirely sure where Nico is now but that's okay. It's best not to let the boy know who he's slipping off to meet with and he knows Joshua will know where to meet him. It's a quiet area where they won't be disturbed. And Hiro gets there first, a cup of coffee and a cup of tea next to him because he couldn't decide what would be more appropriate and god he was kind of nervous.
Maybe nervous was the wrong word, but there was an uncomfortable pull in his stomach that he recognized as "guilt" all over again, along with a slight twitch of eagerness to see Joshua again. Not to mention he'd especially put a lot of thought into Tadashi lately and surprisingly, even a year later, it still stung but in a slightly different way. It was a mess.
Correction: he was a mess.
But he could try to clean up his act at least for a few hours he has carved aside for Joshua. All he has to do now is wait for the other boy to show up and ignore the way his toe's scuffing into the ground as his leg idly swings back and forth, fingers drumming on his own knee.
'Come on...where are you?']