[ keith is instantly sorry for the amount of exasperation shiro must be feeling. he manages to hold his tongue, but the twinge of guilt burns as shiro rubs at his temple. he's not good at this. who'd have thought pushing everyone away and then having his young adult life uprooted by a space war would have some negative consequences for his ability to talk relationships and feelings and --
keith sighs, trying to expel the combination of defensiveness and self reproach before either can take root. right now, all he has to do is listen to shiro and wait for clarity. he's lucky, he supposes, in that shiro is patient and doesn't just brush this whole thing off with a 'whatever' and get right back to business and talk ghost busting.
still, it makes keith blink and take a half step back to try and get a clearer look at shiro''s face. so then, this is about boyfriends? keith tries not to stare, but he's about three seconds too late for that resolve to mean much of anything. ]
Wow. You uh... really weren't kidding about the bad timing.
[ the words start out fazed, ending on a sheepish laugh. fuck -- what even is his own reaction? his head feels strangely empty and as if to compensate his chest feels full. he wants to enjoy this, but in the back of his mind he keeps thinking about anon and that affection laden note and doesn't know if he ought to be feeling guilty or ashamed or what.
perhaps nothing at all because he doesn't necessarily want anon the way he wants to be around shiro, but it still feels disqualifying to be keeping a tiny part of anon locked away in his cube. glancing down at his feet, keith worries at his lower lip briefly. ]
I... you already know that you mean more to me than I know how to say.
[ but? is there a but? keith looks up, with a worn smile. ]
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keith sighs, trying to expel the combination of defensiveness and self reproach before either can take root. right now, all he has to do is listen to shiro and wait for clarity. he's lucky, he supposes, in that shiro is patient and doesn't just brush this whole thing off with a 'whatever' and get right back to business and talk ghost busting.
still, it makes keith blink and take a half step back to try and get a clearer look at shiro''s face. so then, this is about boyfriends? keith tries not to stare, but he's about three seconds too late for that resolve to mean much of anything. ]
Wow. You uh... really weren't kidding about the bad timing.
[ the words start out fazed, ending on a sheepish laugh. fuck -- what even is his own reaction? his head feels strangely empty and as if to compensate his chest feels full. he wants to enjoy this, but in the back of his mind he keeps thinking about anon and that affection laden note and doesn't know if he ought to be feeling guilty or ashamed or what.
perhaps nothing at all because he doesn't necessarily want anon the way he wants to be around shiro, but it still feels disqualifying to be keeping a tiny part of anon locked away in his cube. glancing down at his feet, keith worries at his lower lip briefly. ]
I... you already know that you mean more to me than I know how to say.
[ but? is there a but? keith looks up, with a worn smile. ]
More than you know.