[ keith's brow furrows as shiro touches his head.. he wants to argue, but finds even the simple act of putting words to truth exhausting, and that in itself makes him falter. what right does he even have to feel tired? shiro is the one who hauled him out of the freezing water. shiro is the one who carried him all the way back up to this cabin. all of that while shiro is also dealing with the stress that comes with his deteriorating physical condition.
so what right does keith have to argue? none. none whatsofuckingever.
the stubbornness holds in keith's face for one, two beats as he lifts his head, pressing up into the palm of shiro's hand. then, it fractures, but not in a way that leaves him with tear-filled eyes. rather, the strings connecting his soul to his body are cut and the light in his eyes is extinguished.
he gets up silently, obediently shuffling towards the couch to take a seat on the edge. he wastes no time in scooting back and lying down on his side, eyes on the orange-red glow of the fire. ]
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so what right does keith have to argue? none. none whatsofuckingever.
the stubbornness holds in keith's face for one, two beats as he lifts his head, pressing up into the palm of shiro's hand. then, it fractures, but not in a way that leaves him with tear-filled eyes. rather, the strings connecting his soul to his body are cut and the light in his eyes is extinguished.
he gets up silently, obediently shuffling towards the couch to take a seat on the edge. he wastes no time in scooting back and lying down on his side, eyes on the orange-red glow of the fire. ]
...yeah. I guess so.