[ considering keith's just admitted to aiding and abetting in defiling a corpse and potentially unleashing something horrible from inside the lighthouse? yeah. shiro's cheerful tone and open arms are definitely a strange tone to be taking on.
but that said? the levity makes keith do a brief double take. maybe the connection between the incidents isn't as clear cut to others as they are in his head? maybe he's tunneled in on some disparate facts that aren't actually related? shiro is right, after all, that this place rarely ever needs a reason to fuck with their heads.
it's unsettling. not only does keith need to second or third guess his own reasoning, he's also just now realizing he has no idea what the bigger picture here is. the mist isn't aphrodisiac, and touching only resulting in the feeling of burning is so nonconducive to the usual sex that's constantly pushed that he feels less and less grounded.
good thing, then, that shiro's right there ready with a smile. it's a potent reminder that even when keith can't quite trust himself, he feels safe trusting shiro. keith swallows, giving shiro an up-down glance before returning a hesitant but warn smile at the invitation. ]
I don't want to hurt you.
[ it shouldn't have to be stated. shiro is always the last person keith wants to hurt, but knowing he's failed his shiro at home by not realizing the clone situation after it was already too late makes the obvious feel important to say out loud. banishing the thought for a moment, keith tries for light hearted with a joking-not joking: ]
Brace yourself.
[ before squeezing his eyes shut and delivering a quick peck to the cheek. the contact lasts barely a second from all of keith's low expectations for touch being pleasant, but he blinks his eyes open a beat later, looking a mixture of sheepish and pleased. ]
...Oh. Heh, I guess nothing bad happened after all.
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but that said? the levity makes keith do a brief double take. maybe the connection between the incidents isn't as clear cut to others as they are in his head? maybe he's tunneled in on some disparate facts that aren't actually related? shiro is right, after all, that this place rarely ever needs a reason to fuck with their heads.
it's unsettling. not only does keith need to second or third guess his own reasoning, he's also just now realizing he has no idea what the bigger picture here is. the mist isn't aphrodisiac, and touching only resulting in the feeling of burning is so nonconducive to the usual sex that's constantly pushed that he feels less and less grounded.
good thing, then, that shiro's right there ready with a smile. it's a potent reminder that even when keith can't quite trust himself, he feels safe trusting shiro. keith swallows, giving shiro an up-down glance before returning a hesitant but warn smile at the invitation. ]
I don't want to hurt you.
[ it shouldn't have to be stated. shiro is always the last person keith wants to hurt, but knowing he's failed his shiro at home by not realizing the clone situation after it was already too late makes the obvious feel important to say out loud. banishing the thought for a moment, keith tries for light hearted with a joking-not joking: ]
Brace yourself.
[ before squeezing his eyes shut and delivering a quick peck to the cheek. the contact lasts barely a second from all of keith's low expectations for touch being pleasant, but he blinks his eyes open a beat later, looking a mixture of sheepish and pleased. ]
...Oh. Heh, I guess nothing bad happened after all.