[ if circumstances were different, there would be something heartwarming about keith standing here in the midst of a crowd, unabashedly clutching a ridiculously red hippo plush. unfortunately, keith’s expression doesn’t match the picture-perfect fantasy of a boy delighted and charmed over a stuffed toy. keith looks -- sad. guilty, maybe? shiro tightens his arms a pinch more and stifles the urge to sigh; this isn’t what he wanted.
he’s thankful though, that keith doesn’t pursue anything about the second adam hallucination, even if what keith inevitably offers is stilted and awkward. shiro wants to leave. he doesn’t think he can handle seeing adam a third time. and worse yet, he doesn’t want keith experiencing anything even the tiniest fraction of what he just went through.
and yet, he doesn’t take keith up on the out.
this isn’t just about you, he tells himself, and he thinks, maybe, keith needs the opportunity to win him something. sounds stupid, right? because it is. and at the same time, it’s so very keith. keith, who cares and tries and stops at nothing to keep shiro safe. shiro almost laughs at the thought; maybe keith needs to issue one last fuck you to this circus by winning shiro something nice, just to smooth over all these bad experiences.
so choosing to believe this, shiro sticks it out. ]
You can win me something. [ the forced smile gentles into something far more genuine, even as hesitance continues to linger in his gaze. ] But if there’s even a hint of something off about the game, we quit and leave, okay?
i'm still laughing over you always yelling.
he’s thankful though, that keith doesn’t pursue anything about the second adam hallucination, even if what keith inevitably offers is stilted and awkward. shiro wants to leave. he doesn’t think he can handle seeing adam a third time. and worse yet, he doesn’t want keith experiencing anything even the tiniest fraction of what he just went through.
and yet, he doesn’t take keith up on the out.
this isn’t just about you, he tells himself, and he thinks, maybe, keith needs the opportunity to win him something. sounds stupid, right? because it is. and at the same time, it’s so very keith. keith, who cares and tries and stops at nothing to keep shiro safe. shiro almost laughs at the thought; maybe keith needs to issue one last fuck you to this circus by winning shiro something nice, just to smooth over all these bad experiences.
so choosing to believe this, shiro sticks it out. ]
You can win me something. [ the forced smile gentles into something far more genuine, even as hesitance continues to linger in his gaze. ] But if there’s even a hint of something off about the game, we quit and leave, okay?