[ shiro's forehead doesn't feel especially warm or cold under keith's fingers which.... okay, yeah, doesn't actually give keith much new to work with here. despite very earnestly wanting to take care of shiro, he isn't actually all that sure of what to do in this exact situation and curiously enough mostly just finds he misses the red lion.

everything was easier when red was around to punch holes through walls to come get him in trying times. this reality with entities, avatars and apparently dangerous bar guys trying to hurt his best friend just makes keith want to punch something repeatedly. especially now that shiro's making that morose face at him.

in the immortal words of sense of evan, there's just too much that time cannot erase. ]

No, shut up. [ despite the tactfulness there, keith's voice has gone soft. fingers coming away from shiro's forehead to squeeze his best friend's wrist. ] You didn't ruin anything. It was all that guy's fault.

[ ah yes. that guy. an excellent description. keith's head snaps up as he scans the bar like "that guy" might actually pinpoint the right guy. curiously enough, it does not. keith grumps audibly, attention turned back to shiro. ]

Tch. What's with weirdos today anyway. Some guy asked me to go to the bathroom with him while you were gone. I just wanted to eat turkey balls with you, too.