[ shiro already considers this lunch trip to mcdonalds an oddity. add to that how keith is now the one giving pep talks to shiro, rather than the more commonly experienced reverse, and yeah, things are definitely weird. keith’s a bit blunt about it, isn’t he? there’s a no nonsense, straightforwardness about his words that is only charming because it’s keith and shiro can tell he’s really trying, despite being out of his element, in all manners of the word. it’s obvious too -- his point. it shouldn't need saying, because obviously, trauma lingers and isn’t so easily overcome, especially when it’s revisited not even an hour ago, but shiro has a particularly large blindspot when it comes to applying care for himself and often, it manifests into a bad habit of producing critique for all his self-labeled faults.
so keith saying he needs time? it helps. not enough for the matter to reach any sort of satisfactory resolution but it does have shiro looking to keith once more. and by the time he tells him he’s overthinking it? shiro has a weak smile to offer in return. ]
Maybe.
[ a beat passes and shiro thinks maybe he should apologize. sorry didn’t mean to get heavy there. sorry for ruining lunch. apologizing would likely make the stifled awkwardness engulfing their little table all that more potent though, huh? look, he’s overthinking again. he sighs, smile slipping and gaze dropping to keith’s unwrapped burger. looks pretty pathetic; the imprints of his fingers are still there in the bun. something about that smooshed burger with not a single bite taken out of it makes all of this that much more uneasy and shiro, who is desperate to shift the mood that he’s unintentionally tromped all over, looks to that plastic wrapped toy as the diversion.
he sits up straighter in the next moment and abruptly reaches across to snag it. ] What’d you get anyway? [ held closer to himself now, he flips it around. ] A seal, huh. [ almost looks like a ball, it’s so round. he huffs a laugh and then goes about ripping the plastic open, scooping out the seal to then plop it down to his unwrapped kangaroo. ]
ig it is easier for him to sit on than it is for keith. keith w his dta.
so keith saying he needs time? it helps. not enough for the matter to reach any sort of satisfactory resolution but it does have shiro looking to keith once more. and by the time he tells him he’s overthinking it? shiro has a weak smile to offer in return. ]
Maybe.
[ a beat passes and shiro thinks maybe he should apologize. sorry didn’t mean to get heavy there. sorry for ruining lunch. apologizing would likely make the stifled awkwardness engulfing their little table all that more potent though, huh? look, he’s overthinking again. he sighs, smile slipping and gaze dropping to keith’s unwrapped burger. looks pretty pathetic; the imprints of his fingers are still there in the bun. something about that smooshed burger with not a single bite taken out of it makes all of this that much more uneasy and shiro, who is desperate to shift the mood that he’s unintentionally tromped all over, looks to that plastic wrapped toy as the diversion.
he sits up straighter in the next moment and abruptly reaches across to snag it. ] What’d you get anyway? [ held closer to himself now, he flips it around. ] A seal, huh. [ almost looks like a ball, it’s so round. he huffs a laugh and then goes about ripping the plastic open, scooping out the seal to then plop it down to his unwrapped kangaroo. ]
Kind of disappointed neither of us got a lion.