[ It's morning, in fact. The most perfect morning imaginable, with warm, gorgeous sunlight pouring in through the open window. A cool breeze catches at the curtains, so that they drift in and out of the corner of Tadashi's vision. And ... there's his brother. Hiro is fast asleep in a chair pulled up next to his brother's bed, head and arms leaning against the coverlet. Surely a dream. Or maybe Tadashi's finally died and gone somewhere a lot nicer than where he was before.
... And yet his brother is visibly older than the one that Tadashi left in front of the exposition hall. Taller but still gangly, hair messy but cropped shorter.
Surely a dream couldn't have given him those details. ]
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Date: 2015-04-22 02:50 am (UTC)... And yet his brother is visibly older than the one that Tadashi left in front of the exposition hall. Taller but still gangly, hair messy but cropped shorter.
Surely a dream couldn't have given him those details. ]