Bets and Pecks (Part Deux)
"Knock, knock."
Hiro peeked from above his comic book and saw Tadashi standing by the doorway. "Ah, the prodigal brother returns. You know, when I said 'see you at home,' I assumed you'd be gone a couple hours. Aunt Cass almost sent a search party after you."
"Yeah," Tadashi rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "She already laid into me pretty good. The guys took me to the movies for a marathon. Four movies, eight and a half hours. My butt is still numb."
"Nice," Hiro chuckled. He flipped to the next page.
Tadashi then clapped his hands together. "Anyway, uh, about earlier..."
Hiro waved his hand. "Don't mention it. I couldn't let you suffer anymore. It was kinda painful to watch."
"Well, I just wanted to say thanks. You probably saved me from heatstroke or sun poisoning or something."
"You're just lucky I love you," Hiro said with a smirk. "Or else I could've just left you out there to turn into a human raisin."
"I am lucky," Tadashi agreed. He wandered to Hiro's bed and crawled next to him on his hands and knees before settling on his stomach.
"What are you doing?" Hiro asked. "You have your own bed, y'know."
"It's so far..." Tadashi whimpered for show, stretching out a limp arm in a pathetic attempt to touch his side of the room.
"So weird," Hiro groaned, although it was tinged with amusement. "Fine. You can stay."
"Thanks, 'iro," he said with a lazy smile. His eyelids drooped, and not a minute later, a soft snoring was coming from his parted lips.
He removed Tadashi's hat and pulled the blankets over him, tucking it all around like Tadashi used to do for him.
Hiro then laid beside him and draped Tadashi's arm over his torso for extra warmth. "Sweet dreams, nerd."