[ if he loves him, why does he look so… so… – keith can’t place it. miserable? no. he’s smiling and it’s true, albeit weakened. it’s simply – a lot. overwhelmed? that comes to him next but it doesn’t take. keith certainly isn’t someone to get all tangled up inside over. it’s a comfort, though, despite the mild confusion keith harbors for the strain of shiro’s expression and intensity of his gaze. keith tries not to assume or take for granted anything of importance when it comes to shiro, but admittedly, he’s allowed himself to believe that their bond is everlasting. yes, their bond, not the one manufactured by this place. so even though they’ve never said it openly to each other, he’s thought… he’s hoped that shiro loves him just as much. recent events have faltered that belief, mainly due to his own perceived failures, but if shiro is saying it now…
he draws a full breath, not a single twinge or ache of discomfort pulling at his chest. even the pinpricks low in his throat that jar with a swallow are suddenly less. what… – did something…
but he never finishes the thought. all curiosity for himself is shelved because that sheen to shiro’s eyes isn’t him catching the light. shiro wipes at his face and he’s… crying…? confusion rushes, panic induces, shock encapsulates… and then, of course, shiro is making a stupid joke that isn’t even funny, but blindsided as he is, keith can’t help the shocked huff of laughter. one, two, and then it’s over, his breath steadying and expression sobering, though it hopelessly keeps that pinched hint of distress.
time to move on. that’s what shiro wants to do, so keith wrestles down his desire to ask obvious questions. the least he can do is show shiro the curtesy of not drawing attention to what he clearly doesn’t want to dwell on. ]
Okay. [ it doesn’t do well to sound so miserable. he gives his head a shake and then pushes himself to his feet, hand already held out in offer to shiro, who, of course, doesn’t need help, even though he’s tiny these days. he second guesses himself actually, not wanting to give off the impression that he thinks shiro is weak and so, he takes his hand back shortly after extending it, fiddling with the hem of his shirt instead. ]
If we’re done here, we need to get to the library. The sooner we start looking, the sooner we’ll find a cure. [ to one, two, maybe even three of shiro’s ailments. ]
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he draws a full breath, not a single twinge or ache of discomfort pulling at his chest. even the pinpricks low in his throat that jar with a swallow are suddenly less. what… – did something…
but he never finishes the thought. all curiosity for himself is shelved because that sheen to shiro’s eyes isn’t him catching the light. shiro wipes at his face and he’s… crying…? confusion rushes, panic induces, shock encapsulates… and then, of course, shiro is making a stupid joke that isn’t even funny, but blindsided as he is, keith can’t help the shocked huff of laughter. one, two, and then it’s over, his breath steadying and expression sobering, though it hopelessly keeps that pinched hint of distress.
time to move on. that’s what shiro wants to do, so keith wrestles down his desire to ask obvious questions. the least he can do is show shiro the curtesy of not drawing attention to what he clearly doesn’t want to dwell on. ]
Okay. [ it doesn’t do well to sound so miserable. he gives his head a shake and then pushes himself to his feet, hand already held out in offer to shiro, who, of course, doesn’t need help, even though he’s tiny these days. he second guesses himself actually, not wanting to give off the impression that he thinks shiro is weak and so, he takes his hand back shortly after extending it, fiddling with the hem of his shirt instead. ]
If we’re done here, we need to get to the library. The sooner we start looking, the sooner we’ll find a cure. [ to one, two, maybe even three of shiro’s ailments. ]