[ keith's arms stay folded tight around his chest, quite literally holding himself together as he listens. despite wanting to, he doesn't start pacing around the room to blow off some of his agitated energy, but instead fixes himself to the wall, breath held and listening.
there's a lot that shiro doesn't know and keith recognizes that most of that is his fault. his fault for having passively left the task of telling shiro about voltron to pidge, lance and hunk. his fault for always just wanting to shield his best friend from harm and the pain of knowing horific existential trutshs about his demise and return. there's too many things that keith himself doesn't have answers to -- like how shiro had survived within black's consciousness, how time passed in there, how much shiro had been aware of. if shiro is even shiro if his body, the atoms that once made up takashi shirogane are lost to the cosmos.
fuck. keith dwells on it for a beat too long, and he has to duck eye contact immediately to bite the sinside of his cheek. shiro will always be shiro, and getting sidetracked on bullshit armchair phlosophy about the nature of existence is the last thing he needs to be doing right now.
but sickly, something inside him wants to laugh in self beration. of course shiro's plan makes more sense than a rushed attempt to get information. of course. patience yields focus and all that.chest feeling tight, he chokes on the thought that despite all that shiro had once wanted him to lead.
still wants him to lead?
he takes a deep breath and forces a tiny smile. ]
... Lance came up with that?
[ ... fuck. it's not even surprising. despite being a loud mouth, the guy can be solid on planning when he needs to be and frankly this whole "I was busy" line that he'd used to outright avoid keith for weeks suddenly makes him feel so disgustingly juvenile for being hurt.
looks like everyone else is trying to be productive in their own way. what does keith even have to show for anything at this point? smile turning into a grimace, he grips his arms tighter as he slides halfway down the wall. ]
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there's a lot that shiro doesn't know and keith recognizes that most of that is his fault. his fault for having passively left the task of telling shiro about voltron to pidge, lance and hunk. his fault for always just wanting to shield his best friend from harm and the pain of knowing horific existential trutshs about his demise and return. there's too many things that keith himself doesn't have answers to -- like how shiro had survived within black's consciousness, how time passed in there, how much shiro had been aware of. if shiro is even shiro if his body, the atoms that once made up takashi shirogane are lost to the cosmos.
fuck. keith dwells on it for a beat too long, and he has to duck eye contact immediately to bite the sinside of his cheek. shiro will always be shiro, and getting sidetracked on bullshit armchair phlosophy about the nature of existence is the last thing he needs to be doing right now.
but sickly, something inside him wants to laugh in self beration. of course shiro's plan makes more sense than a rushed attempt to get information. of course. patience yields focus and all that.chest feeling tight, he chokes on the thought that despite all that shiro had once wanted him to lead.
still wants him to lead?
he takes a deep breath and forces a tiny smile. ]
... Lance came up with that?
[ ... fuck. it's not even surprising. despite being a loud mouth, the guy can be solid on planning when he needs to be and frankly this whole "I was busy" line that he'd used to outright avoid keith for weeks suddenly makes him feel so disgustingly juvenile for being hurt.
looks like everyone else is trying to be productive in their own way. what does keith even have to show for anything at this point? smile turning into a grimace, he grips his arms tighter as he slides halfway down the wall. ]
I'm.... sorry.
[ for too many things. ]