[ okay. definitely a dick. where is this dick by the way? sounds like dick needs a good throttling. brain reduced to its baser instincts – no, shiro finds nothing over-reactionary about this. anyone trying to steal his best friend, especially with so false falsehoods, needs a stern talking to. with fists. especially of the galra tech kind.

fire sweet, fire good, a clearer minded shiro would like to see this flambeed cocktail buuuut he’s far too outraged, inwardly fumbling over himself in the rush to deny the lie that he only manages to get it together once keith is done. barely a beat after and then there’s a rush of: ]

I would never ditch you. [ now he’s the one touching keith’s crossed arms, though, his is less resting and more grasping at his elbows, hauling him in until they touch and sandwich keith’s arms between their chests. ]

What was this guy doing? Watching you? [ waiting for the moment to swoop in? creep. he’s glaring at no one in particular, just… glaring at the mass of people in the bar. forgive him for his ridiculousness, please, but feeling protective of his best friend, shiro shifts to wrap his arms tight around keith. ]

I’ll never give up on you. Remember? I said that. [ it applies – kind of. annoyed, he squishes keith ever closer. ]

You’ll have me always. You don’t need to go to the bathroom with any one dudes. [ ok shiro what. ]