[ keith's expression falters as he glances down at the hippo. somehow the plush feels heavier than it did moments ago. nothing is worth shiro having to experience more horror, least of all for a carnival prize. keith struggles an extra beat, not quite looking shiro in the eye. of course, the conversation is clearly over before it's begun, and keith doesn't know what he ought to say. pointing out that the hippo wasn't worth it seems .... callous and ungrateful, even if true. ]

.... I do, yeah.

[ his voice as gotten quiet, grip tightening subtly around the stuffed animal. the response reeks of inadequacy, after what shiro's said about hallucinating shooting a bullet into adam's head though. keith bites his lip then breathes out. ]

Well if you aren't completely done with this place, I still owe you a prize. [ a beat, straightening up. ] But we can leave, if you'd prefer.