Summary
"Tadashi is here." Baymax repeated. Hiro picked up his tablet, a small, sad smile gracing his lips. "Yeah," he murmured. "You can say that." Baymax's voice was insistent – or at least, as insistent as a medical robot could be – as he added, "No. Tadashi is here. At the front desk." [Alive!Tadashi . Older!Hiro. No pairings involved.]