[Too many. Hiro's entire world lately has been based...well, not on lies. He'd argue that they're half-truths. Lies of omission because they're the least likely to hurt someone else. It's mounting up to something large, something overwhelming and something that Hiro knows will eventually swallow him whole but he knows how to run fast and he knows how to build stories.

Or he did before Loki proved him wrong.

The humming's obnoxious and he clenches his jaw a little as he forces himself to concentrate, thinking of what else he's supposed to say about this stupid spire that can account as a lie.]

You're actually in the common room instead of my bedroom.

[Still telling, not lying. A frustrated noise follows.] What's the difference? We're in a spire and it's a useless spire because I didn't design the whole thing myself and it can easily be split into two. You can't lie about a spire.