[ shiro’s been avoiding all thoughts of their last stint in dogtown. every time it filters into his thoughts, he’s quick to distract himself with something else. between the two of them, there’s been an unspoken agreement not to talk about it either, other than, of course, the one conversation they spared back at their apartment. conversation is a generous description. a handful of minutes and the discussion was settled. strange magic and inexplicable phenomenon in dogtown; done deal, that’s all there is to it, time to move on.
and shiro’s been trying. fuck, he’s been trying. but sometimes, when exhaustion gets the best of him, his thoughts drift and he finds himself staring up at the ceiling above his bed, revisiting the clear memory of keith, pale and smooth and long lines, tipping forward to press his hands to the dirt and hitch up on his knees to show off his…
shiro breathes out, heavy and worn, and overcompensates to redirect his thoughts. as a result, he slips up on his response, giving it without thinking. ]
No kidding. [ he misses keith’s point. he thinks, yeah, shiro’s never stripped down in public and started drawing on another dude either. not exactly common practice. the ill-timed humor sours in the next moment however and he quickly backtracks. ]
Er -- sorry. I just meant… [ he retightens his grip on keith, hands once again stationary and curled in close to each other to keep keith tucked against him. gentles his voice here. ] Of course we’re fine. We talked about this. That wasn’t your doing.
i often am.
and shiro’s been trying. fuck, he’s been trying. but sometimes, when exhaustion gets the best of him, his thoughts drift and he finds himself staring up at the ceiling above his bed, revisiting the clear memory of keith, pale and smooth and long lines, tipping forward to press his hands to the dirt and hitch up on his knees to show off his…
shiro breathes out, heavy and worn, and overcompensates to redirect his thoughts. as a result, he slips up on his response, giving it without thinking. ]
No kidding. [ he misses keith’s point. he thinks, yeah, shiro’s never stripped down in public and started drawing on another dude either. not exactly common practice. the ill-timed humor sours in the next moment however and he quickly backtracks. ]
Er -- sorry. I just meant… [ he retightens his grip on keith, hands once again stationary and curled in close to each other to keep keith tucked against him. gentles his voice here. ] Of course we’re fine. We talked about this. That wasn’t your doing.