[ woah, slow your roll, keith. he should be used to this by now. keith’s concern for all things shiro is quite something. intense, potent, overwhelming; yes and more yes. sometimes it’s amusing, sometimes it’s frustrating, and sometimes, like now, when he isn’t so narrow-focused on proving himself, shiro finds himself thinking that, huh, it’s kind of nice having someone so devoted to his well-being. it’s inherently sweet how riled up keith gets over something that is, arguably, insignificant. a bump against a street lamp is nothing compared to the sore muscles and open wounds shiro’s has had to deal with in the recent past.
so the question about his back? shiro gives a little shake of his head, looking at keith with wide, somewhat surprised eyes. keith is still going though and somehow, derails himself from street lamps to bars. oh. keith is talking about their argument at the bar, isn’t he?
again, shiro is shaking his head, seemingly caught perpetuating the movement throughout every word of keith’s explanation. even as keith hangs his head, shiro keeps shaking his for an extended tick and then he remembers how to speak, tacking on almost as soon as keith finishes: ]
I was having a good time! I was with you.
[ similarly to keith, shiro has yet to consider the option of putting his feet to the ground and relieving keith of bearing his weight. instead, he remains koala’d, aside from unwrapping his arms to cup each side of that downturned face. gently, he coaxes keith’s face up, resuming eye contact. here, he stresses: ]
I always have a good time when I’m with you. That’s why… [ he swallows, voice wavering. ] That’s why I don’t wanna share you.
[ with anyone or anything. shiro keeps calling them a team, while simultaneously dubbing himself the leader who is entirely capable of taking care of himself. he also talks about how he loves spending time with keith, only to then encourage him to branch out and nitpick when he doesn’t. he’s confusing, shiro knows he’s confusing, but at the core of it, he wants to do right by keith and not selfishly hoard his time, his attention, and his care.
– also yes, he is still holding keith’s face. ] But I’m your best friend. I’m supposed to support you in finding someone else. [ he’s talking in fragments; he isn’t fully explaining this in a manner that is easy to follow. but in his hazy mind? it all makes sense. ] So that’s what I was doing.
shiro like, wow this light decoration bull's eyed such a small target, that’s impressive.
so the question about his back? shiro gives a little shake of his head, looking at keith with wide, somewhat surprised eyes. keith is still going though and somehow, derails himself from street lamps to bars. oh. keith is talking about their argument at the bar, isn’t he?
again, shiro is shaking his head, seemingly caught perpetuating the movement throughout every word of keith’s explanation. even as keith hangs his head, shiro keeps shaking his for an extended tick and then he remembers how to speak, tacking on almost as soon as keith finishes: ]
I was having a good time! I was with you.
[ similarly to keith, shiro has yet to consider the option of putting his feet to the ground and relieving keith of bearing his weight. instead, he remains koala’d, aside from unwrapping his arms to cup each side of that downturned face. gently, he coaxes keith’s face up, resuming eye contact. here, he stresses: ]
I always have a good time when I’m with you. That’s why… [ he swallows, voice wavering. ] That’s why I don’t wanna share you.
[ with anyone or anything. shiro keeps calling them a team, while simultaneously dubbing himself the leader who is entirely capable of taking care of himself. he also talks about how he loves spending time with keith, only to then encourage him to branch out and nitpick when he doesn’t. he’s confusing, shiro knows he’s confusing, but at the core of it, he wants to do right by keith and not selfishly hoard his time, his attention, and his care.
– also yes, he is still holding keith’s face. ] But I’m your best friend. I’m supposed to support you in finding someone else. [ he’s talking in fragments; he isn’t fully explaining this in a manner that is easy to follow. but in his hazy mind? it all makes sense. ] So that’s what I was doing.