| [Oct. 20th, 2009|05:44 pm] |
"Yes, please," Hiro said simply, and held out his hand. The important thing was, Ginta's wildly meandering train of thought seemed to have arrived at the correct conclusion: that Hiro had decided to visit of his own free will. (Though if Hiro ever did get assigned an undercover debriefing mission, he would, at least, be sure to never bring the target's favorite food.)
To reward Ginta's vote of confidence, Hiro cast about for an innocuous question, finally settling back on tradition. Couldn't get much more innocuous than that. "Your grandmother is doing well?"
That was the nice thing about having already read Ginta's recent file: he didn't have to ask the hard questions. Didn't have to ask (or silently wonder) about Ginta's horrifically splinted right leg, or the fever-seals spreading protective tendrils over the bits of his skin that Hiro could see (and more that he couldn't).
There were other things he could wonder about--like, why had Ginta been so desperately pleased to see him? Didn't he have other visitors? What was his problem with Hatake and Tousaki across the hall?--but Hiro didn't have to ask about that. |
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