| [Apr. 22nd, 2009|12:16 am] |
Hiro nodded. "I talked to your mission partner, he told me what he remembered. But I'd like to get your side as well, if that's okay?" While he was speaking, he scooted his chair closer to the bedside so he could pour a glass of water--he hadn't missed Genma's forlorn glance.
Hayate hadn't been able to tell him much, unfortunately. The kid--well, not actually that much younger than Hiro himself, truth be told--had been chakra-exhausted and shaken, his mind stuck on what had happened afterwards rather than on the details of the mission itself. Which was understandable, considering the condition of his partner, but distinctly not helpful. At least Hiro had been able to reassure him about the papers; they were in perfectly readable condition.
Well, readable for a Hyuuga, anyway, he thought smugly.
Redirecting his internal self-satisfaction into an outwardly polite smile, Hiro held out the glass of water, the straw pointed towards his companion. Then he quickly reconsidered, noting the way Genma's eyes followed the glass but he didn't immediately reach out. After a brief glance asking permission--and conveying a wry apology for the necessity--he pressed the button to raise the head of the bed, and held the glass next to Genma's chest where it would be easier for him to reach.
"Maybe you can start from the beginning?" he asked, after the motor had finished whirring. |
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