[ they need to nip that in the bud. this exasperation is a little funny coming from shiro of all people, because like keith, he certainly puts a lot of pressure on himself to look out for his friend. that’s the thing, though; despite clear changes in keith’s age and maturity, shiro doesn’t align the two of them on equal ground. that sounds bad, but it isn’t meant to label keith any lesser. just… up until this point, that imbalance in responsibility has largely defined their friendship: shiro looks out for the scruffy, unfairly misunderstood cadet, not the other way around.
this isn’t galaxy garrison, though. it might not even be earth. more damningly, neither of them are who they were before, so shiro isn’t so hard-nosed into shutting out keith’s need to match his care. it’ll be a learning process but he is… willing. somewhat. at the very least, they are helping each other right now. does that count?
maybe not, because shiro isn’t as relaxed as he had been a few moments ago. the problem – if he can categorize it that way – comes from keith shifting closer. the points of their bodies align and then there’s a brush, a slide, a rest… a… twitch…?
no.
his grip doesn’t let up but he goes oddly still, even his breaths shortening into longer holds as he tries not to shift, even a minute amount from an inhale or an exhale.
so i wanna know… everything.
keith is certainly feeling everything right now – or should. does he not notice? putting aside the wildly inappropriate, unbidden disgruntled thought that comes with being unnoticeable in that regard when he has that quality of equipment, shiro starts fumbling through an answer before even thinking. ]
I feel fine right now. [ it’s meant to put his mind at ease, but with his voice coming out a touch higher, the truthfulness of those words becomes a bit lost. backtracking before being called out on it, he amends: ] Actually, no… my body…
[ is he about to talk about his disease? is he going to admit he’s colder than he’s let on? no, nothing like that. ]
It might start reacting if you stay as you are. You’re up against, uh… [ idiot that he is, the need to fidget overrides his command to lie still and so, his hips move just so, causing another brush. oh fuck. his mouth flops once, twice, and then he drags his voice out of its hiding spot. ] That’s my dick.
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this isn’t galaxy garrison, though. it might not even be earth. more damningly, neither of them are who they were before, so shiro isn’t so hard-nosed into shutting out keith’s need to match his care. it’ll be a learning process but he is… willing. somewhat. at the very least, they are helping each other right now. does that count?
maybe not, because shiro isn’t as relaxed as he had been a few moments ago. the problem – if he can categorize it that way – comes from keith shifting closer. the points of their bodies align and then there’s a brush, a slide, a rest… a… twitch…?
no.
his grip doesn’t let up but he goes oddly still, even his breaths shortening into longer holds as he tries not to shift, even a minute amount from an inhale or an exhale.
so i wanna know… everything.
keith is certainly feeling everything right now – or should. does he not notice? putting aside the wildly inappropriate, unbidden disgruntled thought that comes with being unnoticeable in that regard when he has that quality of equipment, shiro starts fumbling through an answer before even thinking. ]
I feel fine right now. [ it’s meant to put his mind at ease, but with his voice coming out a touch higher, the truthfulness of those words becomes a bit lost. backtracking before being called out on it, he amends: ] Actually, no… my body…
[ is he about to talk about his disease? is he going to admit he’s colder than he’s let on? no, nothing like that. ]
It might start reacting if you stay as you are. You’re up against, uh… [ idiot that he is, the need to fidget overrides his command to lie still and so, his hips move just so, causing another brush. oh fuck. his mouth flops once, twice, and then he drags his voice out of its hiding spot. ] That’s my dick.