[ until-he-isn't, i'm crying, not Hiro losing one of his only three friends
He accepts Chocolat's face but instead of digging in, sets his chopsticks down so he can tap a finger to his chest and cup his hand next to his ear: he'll listen— he's better at it than talking, anyways, and besides, they're friends. That's what friends do. He thinks, maybe, and he understands how having nobody to talk to would make you stir crazy. ]
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He accepts Chocolat's face but instead of digging in, sets his chopsticks down so he can tap a finger to his chest and cup his hand next to his ear: he'll listen— he's better at it than talking, anyways, and besides, they're friends. That's what friends do. He thinks, maybe, and he understands how having nobody to talk to would make you stir crazy. ]