[ how many times has he struck out now? too many. better question, how many more times is he going to allow keith to shoot him down and circle back to this nonsensical plan of taking on a monster while harboring two damaged hands and a distraught mindset? shiro stares down at keith hiding there in his shoulder and then cranes his neck further to toss a backward glance to the warehouse. his options are dwindling and growing impatient himself, shiro is settling on one in particular: pull rank and make the executive decision. ]
Sorry, Keith.
[ even as he says it, he tightens his fingers to give keith’s a squeeze. all it amounts to is one measly moment of comfort and then shiro takes his hand back, instead bending down to get that arm under keith’s knees. a pull, a hoist and – there, he literally sweeps keith off his feet to bring him up in a cradle. it’s very reminiscent of another mission gone wrong. for a tick there, shiro grimaces on the reminder, but if anything, it steels his resolve to bully keith along. he doesn’t actually want a repeat of dogtown those months ago, with keith hurt and quite possibly dying right before his eyes.
time to get out of here. ]
But we’re not doing this your way. [ he grunts on the first step forward, adjusting his grip and holding keith more tightly to him. again, he has that hard-edge to his voice, as well as a finality that he hopes keith finally decides to stop fighting. ] I’m taking you home.
it's one paragraph. just like i said it would be. -- okay no.
Sorry, Keith.
[ even as he says it, he tightens his fingers to give keith’s a squeeze. all it amounts to is one measly moment of comfort and then shiro takes his hand back, instead bending down to get that arm under keith’s knees. a pull, a hoist and – there, he literally sweeps keith off his feet to bring him up in a cradle. it’s very reminiscent of another mission gone wrong. for a tick there, shiro grimaces on the reminder, but if anything, it steels his resolve to bully keith along. he doesn’t actually want a repeat of dogtown those months ago, with keith hurt and quite possibly dying right before his eyes.
time to get out of here. ]
But we’re not doing this your way. [ he grunts on the first step forward, adjusting his grip and holding keith more tightly to him. again, he has that hard-edge to his voice, as well as a finality that he hopes keith finally decides to stop fighting. ] I’m taking you home.