[Well, Joshua's not wrong. Joshua's not wrong in the slightest because even prior to this Hiro had been making use of traveling back and forth between some of the spires (spire 10 mostly) and the Station. He still had a room at the Station that he was using on occasion that housed a very special item and it was a room he used sometimes to go brainstorm away from everybody else, when he couldn't think at Spire 10.
Of course, it was also a place he used to hide whenever he felt like it even knowing that there would be people wondering where he disappeared to.
He'd taken off for the Station one day in early April and it was only when he arrived at the Station that he heard it. The harp. A harp? He'd assumed that it was just something from one of the computers or something and thought nothing of it as a slight jumpiness crept upon him. He grabbed what he needed for Spire 10 and hopped back through the fairyring back to his new headquarters. The music didn't stop as he left the Station though. In fact it just grew louder and his irritation with some people also grew. Seriously, how hard was it to be able to understand such basic concepts? He felt him progressively grow angrier and angrier and eventually he'd thrown up his hands and left, frustration overriding him and causing him to retreat back to the Station and deal with that music.
That had been a few days ago. He hadn't returned to the Spire yet because that music wouldn't leave him alone and Hiro was self-aware enough to realize that something was wrong. He didn't understand what, exactly, but he could tell. He was jumpier than usual, quicker to snap at people and the first time he snapped at someone who'd simply asked him a question he'd decided it was best to grab enough to hole up in his room for a while until the music stopped. It was even affecting his sleep though, louder than in his waking moments and it drove him crazy.
It didn't help that it was the spring. It didn't help that a certain day was fast approaching and it bothered him. It bothered him a lot and he refused to be around anybody until he could get everything under control and he refused to sleep longer than he had to because the harp bothered him. He'd made the connection that the harp was doing some sort of magic and playing with his feelings, but it's magic. How could one control that kind of magic?
It's late in the evening when the Station's at its quietest that Hiro ventures out of his room. It's evident that he's been in hiding for a while and generally not taking good care of himself, but what else is new? He's still functioning and that's enough for him. On the bright side he's made progress with a lot of his ideas. He'd ventured out to get some mineral water from the kitchen, not entirely paying attention to the people that were still out. Actually, he's busy looking down at his tablet when he happens to run right into Joshua, bouncing back a little as he looks up, bewildered by his (according to Hiro) sudden appearance.
His face quickly rifles through a few things, surprise, confusion, and finally annoyance settling in. This? This was one of the last people he wanted to see.]
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Of course, it was also a place he used to hide whenever he felt like it even knowing that there would be people wondering where he disappeared to.
He'd taken off for the Station one day in early April and it was only when he arrived at the Station that he heard it. The harp. A harp? He'd assumed that it was just something from one of the computers or something and thought nothing of it as a slight jumpiness crept upon him. He grabbed what he needed for Spire 10 and hopped back through the fairyring back to his new headquarters. The music didn't stop as he left the Station though. In fact it just grew louder and his irritation with some people also grew. Seriously, how hard was it to be able to understand such basic concepts? He felt him progressively grow angrier and angrier and eventually he'd thrown up his hands and left, frustration overriding him and causing him to retreat back to the Station and deal with that music.
That had been a few days ago. He hadn't returned to the Spire yet because that music wouldn't leave him alone and Hiro was self-aware enough to realize that something was wrong. He didn't understand what, exactly, but he could tell. He was jumpier than usual, quicker to snap at people and the first time he snapped at someone who'd simply asked him a question he'd decided it was best to grab enough to hole up in his room for a while until the music stopped. It was even affecting his sleep though, louder than in his waking moments and it drove him crazy.
It didn't help that it was the spring. It didn't help that a certain day was fast approaching and it bothered him. It bothered him a lot and he refused to be around anybody until he could get everything under control and he refused to sleep longer than he had to because the harp bothered him. He'd made the connection that the harp was doing some sort of magic and playing with his feelings, but it's magic. How could one control that kind of magic?
It's late in the evening when the Station's at its quietest that Hiro ventures out of his room. It's evident that he's been in hiding for a while and generally not taking good care of himself, but what else is new? He's still functioning and that's enough for him. On the bright side he's made progress with a lot of his ideas. He'd ventured out to get some mineral water from the kitchen, not entirely paying attention to the people that were still out. Actually, he's busy looking down at his tablet when he happens to run right into Joshua, bouncing back a little as he looks up, bewildered by his (according to Hiro) sudden appearance.
His face quickly rifles through a few things, surprise, confusion, and finally annoyance settling in. This? This was one of the last people he wanted to see.]
What are you doing here?