[ There's a moment where, as Sportacus is speaking, Hiro pulls his quiz sheet in front of him to point a finger at the name scrawled at the top of the sheet— his handwriting is atrocious, Sportacus isn't a native speaker, he'd imagine it would be hard to read— but the motion dies along with all other thoughts as his gaze turn down at the page, at the words he's read on a tiny screen but not in person.
...It takes him a long while to read it, slow reader to begin with, but also just sitting there and imagining. He can still hear her voice, and it's not hard to imagine her sitting there in front of him reading this out loud to him.
It isn't any easier the second time around.
But Hiro looks up at Sportacus when he's finished and gives him a little dip of the head in thanks for the trouble Sportacus must've gone through to show him something he's already seen. ]
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...It takes him a long while to read it, slow reader to begin with, but also just sitting there and imagining. He can still hear her voice, and it's not hard to imagine her sitting there in front of him reading this out loud to him.
It isn't any easier the second time around.
But Hiro looks up at Sportacus when he's finished and gives him a little dip of the head in thanks for the trouble Sportacus must've gone through to show him something he's already seen. ]