[ shiro’s changed his mind. he is a converted man. fully, he believes that there has to be some higher power at work here because how is it possible that tim ( or whoever he actually is ) manages to pick the name of keith’s classmate? maybe if shiro paid more attention in statistics, he’d be able to regurgitate odds and probability.

ah, well. he’s dubbing it weird for now. suspicious, too.

shiro knows keith has a shit-list going for their adi colleagues. this dude is probably on it now, yeah? the real question here though: is he going down as tim drake or james griffin. guess it would be james griffin 2, because that guy is perpetually on any kind of keith shit-list.

he sighs heavily.

there’s far too many other questions being thrown around this picnic table. shiro’s a brave man, but not quite brave enough to look at their neighbors. he does turn to keith though. tim griffin is pleading his case and after a pause, shiro nods, backing him up. ]

It’s true. [ they weren’t talking. it wasn’t safe to. ] Every time we tried talking to each other, it derailed.

[ james drake called him sweaty. after accusing him of being a wallet-snatcher. him. doesn’t he know who shiro is?? considering he’s confused about his own identity, perhaps shiro shouldn’t be too offended.

turns, looking at tim over the swirl of rainbow. their brief alliance is over. ]

So if you didn’t hear it from me or him -- where did you get that name? You want us to believe you picked it at random?

[ sus, so sus. who is griffin indeed. spill. ]