[ it’s far too easy to feed off of that anger. keith’s blood pressure is obviously skyrocketing and shiro’s is escalating too, frown pinching tight and shoulders going rigid, taunt, solid…
only for the wind to be sucked right out of his sails with three simple words. oh. what? he’s leaving? now? why? wait. and from there, everything unravels. his frustration isn’t wiped clean but it’s sofer, more manageable, and inevitably, becomes saturated with regret. not enough for him to say sorry, however; not when he’s still emotionally keeled over from that suckerpunch to his gut about how the wreck of his body is so easily overlooked. it’s not. it’s fucking not, and suggesting it, especially in a fit to win an argument, is such a mockery that it’s borderline unforgivable.
so they’re even, he supposes. neither of them need to say sorry for this blunder of a conversation. and if keith wants to be far away from shiro, then… ]
Okay.
[ he swallows thickly and stubbornly refuses to crumble. it feels a lot like defeat though. that strong line of his shoulders give and they do hunch, ever so slightly, as he makes a point of keeping his gaze on the table. they’re supposed to stick together. they’re supposed to always have each other’s backs. distantly, shiro realizes that he shouldn’t allow keith to head back to headquarters all by himself, especially impaired.
– but shiro is also impaired and doesn’t push. in fact, he doesn’t even sound sure of where he’s supposed to be. ]
I’ll… stay here? [ is that what keith wants? is that what shiro wants? he doesn’t know anymore. ]
no subject
only for the wind to be sucked right out of his sails with three simple words. oh. what? he’s leaving? now? why? wait. and from there, everything unravels. his frustration isn’t wiped clean but it’s sofer, more manageable, and inevitably, becomes saturated with regret. not enough for him to say sorry, however; not when he’s still emotionally keeled over from that suckerpunch to his gut about how the wreck of his body is so easily overlooked. it’s not. it’s fucking not, and suggesting it, especially in a fit to win an argument, is such a mockery that it’s borderline unforgivable.
so they’re even, he supposes. neither of them need to say sorry for this blunder of a conversation. and if keith wants to be far away from shiro, then… ]
Okay.
[ he swallows thickly and stubbornly refuses to crumble. it feels a lot like defeat though. that strong line of his shoulders give and they do hunch, ever so slightly, as he makes a point of keeping his gaze on the table. they’re supposed to stick together. they’re supposed to always have each other’s backs. distantly, shiro realizes that he shouldn’t allow keith to head back to headquarters all by himself, especially impaired.
– but shiro is also impaired and doesn’t push. in fact, he doesn’t even sound sure of where he’s supposed to be. ]
I’ll… stay here? [ is that what keith wants? is that what shiro wants? he doesn’t know anymore. ]