[ a little solemn, yeah and yet, hearing the sentiment repeated back to him is grounding. something slots into place and he feels – good? yes, good about where they are and where they are potentially headed. for the first time since arriving here, they seem to be in step with each other. that’s a big improvement. he’s not sure how long it’ll last, especially considering the fact that they will always be a little out of sync due to the disruption in the time continuum and how the two of them might not be from the same reality, but he’s willing to allow himself the reprieve and enjoy this while it lasts.
he shifts under the blanket, laughing softly to the… joke? half truth, half joke? that’s sobering, because no, not everyone. they still have their sentence sheets to figure out. whatever it is they’re exploring here doesn’t override their need to get out of this place and get back to voltron. he hesitates in clarifying dual objectives; selfishly, he doesn’t want to discuss it right now. he just wants to settle down and rest, rather than running the risk of upsetting this tentative agreement between them.
so he grins harder to one side and scoots in close. ]
Dunno about the others but the Warden probably does. [ a beat. ] Probably some sort of voyeur.
[ has to be! who comes up with these sentences and doesn’t get some sort of excitement, pleasure, pay off, whatever from getting alerts that inmates are performing? shiro wrinkles his nose, still grinning, but definitely regretting the suggestion. he shakes his head next and huffs, more or less ending that conversation by pushing right into: ]
But uh… like this or… this?
[ he hasn’t laid down yet. like this has him on his side, facing keith. it’s close, very close. the cot’s shoddy metal frame creaks as shiro flips around for this, now on his other side, back to keith. it’s keith’s bed, which is most comfortable for him? ]
the thread of the disappearing tablet and the changing outfits.
he shifts under the blanket, laughing softly to the… joke? half truth, half joke? that’s sobering, because no, not everyone. they still have their sentence sheets to figure out. whatever it is they’re exploring here doesn’t override their need to get out of this place and get back to voltron. he hesitates in clarifying dual objectives; selfishly, he doesn’t want to discuss it right now. he just wants to settle down and rest, rather than running the risk of upsetting this tentative agreement between them.
so he grins harder to one side and scoots in close. ]
Dunno about the others but the Warden probably does. [ a beat. ] Probably some sort of voyeur.
[ has to be! who comes up with these sentences and doesn’t get some sort of excitement, pleasure, pay off, whatever from getting alerts that inmates are performing? shiro wrinkles his nose, still grinning, but definitely regretting the suggestion. he shakes his head next and huffs, more or less ending that conversation by pushing right into: ]
But uh… like this or… this?
[ he hasn’t laid down yet. like this has him on his side, facing keith. it’s close, very close. the cot’s shoddy metal frame creaks as shiro flips around for this, now on his other side, back to keith. it’s keith’s bed, which is most comfortable for him? ]