One aristocratic gold eyebrow rose. "You were doing a debrief here? And you saw Grandmother? Why would they have a field agent doing debriefs? Was it on someone you'd partnered with before? Or are they trying to get you to switch fields? Or maybe you're trying to switch fields. Funny, I didn't really peg you as an interrogator type, and debriefers are just one step away from--" He stopped abruptly and burst into a fit of giggles.

"They-- they had you tied up," he snickered. "Teaching you interrogator's tricks from both sides of the table." That was rich; Hiro's reaction was richer: he held his hand to his forehead with the exaggerated drama of an old-school film star. That just revved up Ginta's giggles into full blown laughs.

His mirth dislodged pillows, one behind his back skittering sideways, and one under his broken leg falling halfway to the floor. "Oh. Oh ow. Can you grab that?" he asked, twisting to pull the pillow at his head back into place before it toppled into the bedside table and sent the vase of daffodils his grandmother had brought on her last visit crashing to the floor.