Some Legends Are Told, Some Turn To Dust Or To Gold [CEREALIA INBOX]

[zerotohiro]

'Busy, leave a message!
...oh, you've reached Hiro Hamada. Whatever. Still busy!'

Hamada art by D-Joel, found on tumblr

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[discard]

Of course you do. [Ah...]

You are the sort of person to find trouble no matter where you go. I would suppose you are the sort of person who jumps straight into danger without even considering the consequences.

Hence why you would require a meddlesome caretaker.

[zerotohiro]

[…well he's not wrong.]

I jump into whatever's necessary, and Baymax knows that. That's why we work as a team. It's about the only way I can get him to let up a little.

[And they've reached the burger place, but Hiro's pausing just outside of the door.] Sometimes that's the only way to deal with meddlesome people. Let them help. [People like Baymax or Stahn, he thinks. But then again he doesn't know the whole deal with Stahn.]

[discard]

[... If Stahn had been allowed to help... if Leon had accepted that help, or had reached out to Stahn...

... Well, that train of thought is a dead end, really. He didn't reach out to Stahn. And in the end, any possible help was far, far too late to matter.]

Sometimes, that is not a valid option.

[But that's all he'll say about that.]

Regardless, this is not my stop. [Oh... Leon's realized that he walked this whole way with Hiro now, oops.] I'm leaving.

[zerotohiro]

[What a sad thought. He doesn't say anything else about that, and he rolls his eyes instead.]

Yeah, I heard ya. [This has definitely given him a lot to think on.] Take it easy dude. [That's probably the most amicable dismissal he's ever given the guy, and Baymax waves goodbye as the two of them head into the restaurant. Adios muchacho.]