[Shit. Wrong thing. He's already bad at this. Tadashi runs his free hand through his own hair, looking down at the floor between them, then at his arm Hiro's holding onto. Hugs. Hugs are fine. Hugs are simple. Hugs aren't h-ands grabbing him by the arm and twisted behind his back forcing him to his knees, hands in his hair pulling him to look up an--
Tadashi jerks his arm away like he's been burned, falling back to sit flat. His breaths come in short, ragged gasps as Baymax already begins a fresh scan, sends the readings to Hiro's phone. Sudden elevated heart rate. Elevated stress and anxiety levels. Shortness of breath. He carefully pulls his arm to himself, holding to against his stomach, his eyes never leaving Hiro's hand but he looks lost. Somewhere else.]
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Tadashi jerks his arm away like he's been burned, falling back to sit flat. His breaths come in short, ragged gasps as Baymax already begins a fresh scan, sends the readings to Hiro's phone. Sudden elevated heart rate. Elevated stress and anxiety levels. Shortness of breath. He carefully pulls his arm to himself, holding to against his stomach, his eyes never leaving Hiro's hand but he looks lost. Somewhere else.]