[Ken has nothing to compare his relationships here to. He never had a father, a brother, an uncle -- it was always just him and his mother, and now she's gone, too. He sees Minato and Jaime and he doesn't realize the way he feels about them; he hardly realizes the way they see him, what sort of feelings Minato has behind that earnestness with which he approached him.
With Tadashi, even less so. Ken was always reluctant to open too much to him, almost determined to stay on the sideline, to help Hiro where he can because Hiro was his friend and they understood each other, the anger that came with the grief of having someone precious to them killed.
He looks up at Tadashi, and his gaze flickers to the space he left for him, and he hesitates because he isn't Tadashi's family. Hiro is. Ken's family was his mother, and she isn't here, but that didn't mean he could just--]
It isn't your fault. I... I hid it from everyone. I lied to all of you.
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With Tadashi, even less so. Ken was always reluctant to open too much to him, almost determined to stay on the sideline, to help Hiro where he can because Hiro was his friend and they understood each other, the anger that came with the grief of having someone precious to them killed.
He looks up at Tadashi, and his gaze flickers to the space he left for him, and he hesitates because he isn't Tadashi's family. Hiro is. Ken's family was his mother, and she isn't here, but that didn't mean he could just--]
It isn't your fault. I... I hid it from everyone. I lied to all of you.