[ shiro catches the inside of his cheek between his molars, biting that fatty tissue to muffle the urge to sigh through a fresh wave of exasperation. way to call him out on his joke, keith, and tether them deeper into a conversation shiro was trying to get them out of. the exasperation is short-lived, thankfully; just a slight spiking and a steadying breath later, and then he tempers the mood, quirking a half grin for keith’s benefit. ]
No, not scary. [ he glances forward, back still resting comfortably to the table. ] Awkward, I guess.
[ the sample size shiro is drawing conclusions from comes out to the grand total of one. anyone before adam didn’t fall into the category of boyfriend, though, trysts of that nature have their own potential for awkwardness. depends on the person, depends on the expectation, depends on the situation, depends on… a lot of things, honestly. shiro’s done a decent enough job of keeping his social life from seeping into his career; adam was just about the only outlier from the bunch. an ex-fiance of the same rank, in the same employ -- in hindsight, it probably wasn’t the greatest idea to entangle with someone he had to see almost daily, in some capacity.
oh well, four months later he was in space, then abducted, then recruited for a war, and now, in a time rift. guess that’s one upside to this.
faintly amused at the dark humor of his thoughts, he exhales slow on a sigh and kicks his legs out further, crossing them at the ankles. ]
I’d feel responsible for him if he were here, you know? [ and that in itself is an awkward place to be. on some level, he feels responsible for the ragtag bunch of forced adi agents, only in that they are supposedly a team. with adam it would be complicated. collaborating with him, checking in with him, providing his time, his attention, his care… he doesn’t want to revisit any of that now that he's two-something years down the line of that clean break. ] But that isn’t my role to fill anymore. I don’t want to look after him and I don’t want him looking after me.
the meta is strong in you.
No, not scary. [ he glances forward, back still resting comfortably to the table. ] Awkward, I guess.
[ the sample size shiro is drawing conclusions from comes out to the grand total of one. anyone before adam didn’t fall into the category of boyfriend, though, trysts of that nature have their own potential for awkwardness. depends on the person, depends on the expectation, depends on the situation, depends on… a lot of things, honestly. shiro’s done a decent enough job of keeping his social life from seeping into his career; adam was just about the only outlier from the bunch. an ex-fiance of the same rank, in the same employ -- in hindsight, it probably wasn’t the greatest idea to entangle with someone he had to see almost daily, in some capacity.
oh well, four months later he was in space, then abducted, then recruited for a war, and now, in a time rift. guess that’s one upside to this.
faintly amused at the dark humor of his thoughts, he exhales slow on a sigh and kicks his legs out further, crossing them at the ankles. ]
I’d feel responsible for him if he were here, you know? [ and that in itself is an awkward place to be. on some level, he feels responsible for the ragtag bunch of forced adi agents, only in that they are supposedly a team. with adam it would be complicated. collaborating with him, checking in with him, providing his time, his attention, his care… he doesn’t want to revisit any of that now that he's two-something years down the line of that clean break. ] But that isn’t my role to fill anymore. I don’t want to look after him and I don’t want him looking after me.