Hungry Ghosts
"I have told you," Hiro said, softly, "everything you need to know." With that, he pushed past Ando—the first voluntary physical contact he'd made in weeks—and made his way to the door.
"You should go home," said Ando, resisting the urge to turn and watch him go. He hoped that to concede defeat was, for the moment, the right course of action. "I'll tell your sister you're unwell."
"Tell her whatever you want," Hiro said, his voice half muffled by the closing of the door. "I'm going back to work, and so should you." The last of his words seemed so distant Ando had to strain to make them out. The door clicked shut with uncomfortable curtness.
"Stay with me, at least," Ando whispered, but only as a secret spoken finally to himself.