[He does not like that. He does not like being watched that closely when he can't figure out how to make everything stop. The threat of a teenager going through puberty punching Joshua in the face is a very real threat. His hands are balled into fists inside his sweater and he's biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from yelling.]

That doesn't make it any better. [Granted it doesn't make it any worse either.] Look, never mind. I get it, thank you for the advice, I'm just going to...[...what, Hiro? What are you going to do. There's a very long moment's pause.]

...I can't go back in there. Not now.