[ obligated, it makes him laugh. it’s a surprised thing. he doesn’t try for it at all. the light, airy sound simply slips out of him, until he realizes a beat too late and snaps his mouth shut. the truth of the matter is that the opposite is true: he feels obligated to leave. the feeling is backed by the usual reasons. protecting the friendship, stemming the want, preserving the status quo and not dragging them anywhere near the argument of a few minutes ago… but aren’t those reasons what started the argument to begin with? he’s fighting against something he might not have any hope in stopping, not without issuing real, irrevocable damage, and that just isn’t worth it in the end.
at this point, the least shiro can do is be honest. that’s what keith desperately wants from him. so he backs off. he gives up on his hovering and straightens up, regarding half-hidden keith for one, weighed moment. ]
I want to stay.
[ there’s confidence in the words; true genuinity that doesn’t leave much room for doubt. he knows he’s been confusing tonight, saying one thing, saying another, and then backtracking to the original offer, yet giving no concrete conclusion to any of it. in a perfect world, he’d pick for them to remain as they’ve always been: best friends. that’s easy and that’s familiar and it works. he’s beginning to realize though, that he can’t simply enforce his will on their friendship. there’s something brewing between them and the more shiro tries to ignore it, the worse off they become.
he can do this. he can try. it’s simple, yet tentatively intimate, and beneath all the worry and uncertainty, he does actually yearn for that closeness with keith. so, with that, shiro says nothing else and turns to action instead. he means it, honest, because look, he’s unzipping his vest and shrugging it off to toss toward the end of the cot, before sitting down to start unbuckling his boots. ]
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at this point, the least shiro can do is be honest. that’s what keith desperately wants from him. so he backs off. he gives up on his hovering and straightens up, regarding half-hidden keith for one, weighed moment. ]
I want to stay.
[ there’s confidence in the words; true genuinity that doesn’t leave much room for doubt. he knows he’s been confusing tonight, saying one thing, saying another, and then backtracking to the original offer, yet giving no concrete conclusion to any of it. in a perfect world, he’d pick for them to remain as they’ve always been: best friends. that’s easy and that’s familiar and it works. he’s beginning to realize though, that he can’t simply enforce his will on their friendship. there’s something brewing between them and the more shiro tries to ignore it, the worse off they become.
he can do this. he can try. it’s simple, yet tentatively intimate, and beneath all the worry and uncertainty, he does actually yearn for that closeness with keith. so, with that, shiro says nothing else and turns to action instead. he means it, honest, because look, he’s unzipping his vest and shrugging it off to toss toward the end of the cot, before sitting down to start unbuckling his boots. ]