[ if nothing else, the new england chill has a bit of a sobering effect. or maybe that's more attributable to having a solid wall and distance away from the live band drumming the headache deeper in his head. or maybe all of that's pure bullshit because keith does, in fact, lose track of time as he stands outside the bar, breathing in deep lungfuls of cold air.
he isn't soothed by any means. he feels out of place and out of odds with himself and the feeling only seems to intensify as the denizens of gloucester pass by, some with indifference others with vague disapproval. though he'd just said he was going home, this place is pretty far from it. no desert, no warm sunshine, just some crappy town in massachusetts with even crappier happenstances.
and of course, the one person here who shares that real home with him is the same person who's pissed off at him now. the part of him that's still feeling vindictive and bruised over the insinuation that he's not trying hard enough thinks fuck him. the rest just feels even more miserable.
suffice to say, he doesn't expect shiro to come bursting out of the bar. despite being pissed, there's still some part of him that's a little relieved? happy? pathetic. keith looks over, struck just a little bit stupid until a moment later, he redirects his gaze to the ground. ]
I can get back just fine on my own.
[ cuz that's what this is about right? coddling? probably. ]
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he isn't soothed by any means. he feels out of place and out of odds with himself and the feeling only seems to intensify as the denizens of gloucester pass by, some with indifference others with vague disapproval. though he'd just said he was going home, this place is pretty far from it. no desert, no warm sunshine, just some crappy town in massachusetts with even crappier happenstances.
and of course, the one person here who shares that real home with him is the same person who's pissed off at him now. the part of him that's still feeling vindictive and bruised over the insinuation that he's not trying hard enough thinks fuck him. the rest just feels even more miserable.
suffice to say, he doesn't expect shiro to come bursting out of the bar. despite being pissed, there's still some part of him that's a little relieved? happy? pathetic. keith looks over, struck just a little bit stupid until a moment later, he redirects his gaze to the ground. ]
I can get back just fine on my own.
[ cuz that's what this is about right? coddling? probably. ]