[ okay. i'll be quiet. the hell kind of response is that? sure, keith told shiro to shut up, but this isn't what he meant, nor is it what he wanted. never mind the obvious contradiction, the need to yell is almost painful as a band of pressure wraps around his head and throat. as far as keith is concerned, the matter isn't settled and it takes wringing every drop of patience that his mind has not to erupt in protest as shiro works to get the kindling lt and the fire started.
mercifully, it isn't a long wait. with the fireplace lit and the screen closed, shiro barely gets a second to enjoy his small triumph before keith grabs his metal forearm, and leans in, still wearing that same distraught expression. ]
I take it back. Don't shut up. Tell me... are your muscles okay?
[ again, it feels ridiculous to ask considering shiro hauled him all the wyay up here from the base. ibut it's easy to forget that shiro's strength is in defiance of his illness. all the more easy to forget, when the shiro from his own reality no longer seemed to need those muscle stiulators. keith never asked directly, hoping that the altean healing pods may have had something to do with that, but thisthis shiro never had that. just whatever horrors the galra put him through to make him their so-called champion.
desperate not to be dismissed, keith further pulls himself into shiro's orbit by grabbing his other arm and almost hauls himself right into his best friend's lap. immediately, the blanket starts to slip from his shoulders, making keith flush as he quickly releases the prosthetic arm to keep the blanket pinched shut around his chest. it's a bit late for modesty though, and after missing just one beat, he carries on rather determined. ]
doooooubt.
mercifully, it isn't a long wait. with the fireplace lit and the screen closed, shiro barely gets a second to enjoy his small triumph before keith grabs his metal forearm, and leans in, still wearing that same distraught expression. ]
I take it back. Don't shut up. Tell me... are your muscles okay?
[ again, it feels ridiculous to ask considering shiro hauled him all the wyay up here from the base. ibut it's easy to forget that shiro's strength is in defiance of his illness. all the more easy to forget, when the shiro from his own reality no longer seemed to need those muscle stiulators. keith never asked directly, hoping that the altean healing pods may have had something to do with that, but thisthis shiro never had that. just whatever horrors the galra put him through to make him their so-called champion.
desperate not to be dismissed, keith further pulls himself into shiro's orbit by grabbing his other arm and almost hauls himself right into his best friend's lap. immediately, the blanket starts to slip from his shoulders, making keith flush as he quickly releases the prosthetic arm to keep the blanket pinched shut around his chest. it's a bit late for modesty though, and after missing just one beat, he carries on rather determined. ]
I really need to know.