[ the reprimand is mild at best, but keith hears it loud adn clear. you should have told me. now that his hand isn't touching anything, the comment stings worse. perhaps though, it isn't meant to be a barb? shiro seems to move on from it relatively quickly, and a beat later keith's thoughts are miles away when shiro also yelps and steps back from the door. ]

Shiro!

[ distinctly alarmed, keith takes another step closer to the door, this time keeping his hands pressed to his sides. the narrow view he gets through the bars of shiro standing there, shaking out one hand while holding a cup of ramen in the other while the wolf takes a curious lick at the spilled borth is such a welcome sight that keith is lost for words.

stupid. minutes ago, he'd been worrying that maybe shiro wouldn't understand, yet here he is with the wolf and food. ungrateful is the self-berating thought that comes to mind. shiro doesn't deserve uncharitable assumptions. expression flattering, keith swallows hard then: ]

I don't know. I can't touch rhinfa without it burning for some reason. It's not just the door. I figured it had to do with my sentence or something, but...

[ keith grimaces, voice soft as he trails off. no -- this isn't what he wants to say. what he wants to say is: ]

I'm sorry. The tablet burned, you know? [ another beat, then keith shakes his head daring to step a pinch closer. ] .... Shiro, I'm kinda scared. I... I can't shake the feeling that something from the lighthouse is coming for me.