[ five seconds spent and shiro has regrets. when has keith ever been intricately sly? he’s blunt and straightforward; it’s preposterous of shiro to believe there’d been some carefully crafted gotcha moment embedded in that question. so, to the disappointment of everyone involved, shiro grew defensive with building suspicion and blue balled himself into a corner. perfect. keith’s gracious – or defeated – enough to not escalate the tension.
he does leave though, just as shiro feared he would. not far, at least; he’s right there beside him, well within reach… and yet, the distance feels exponentially larger than the scant inches. feeling uncertain, awkward, and most of all, disappointed, shiro doesn’t twist onto his side. he stays on his back and listens to keith sigh, staring up at the ceiling as he tries to find equilibrium again. remarkably, keith is recovering faster than him. keith is the one making the valiant effort to push through and change the focus. for his part, shiro continues to disappoint, because he’s lagging and fretting, fixated on the pitch of keith’s voice and the phrasing of his words.
the confidence is gone. the excitement is gone. all that’s left is some meager attempt to distract them from the now very obvious elephant in the room. shiro appreciates the effort, truly, but will he take keith up on it? slowly, he turns his head to the side, looking at keith and matching him, almost exactly, in the voided smile that doesn’t go any further than his lips. ]
You don’t sound enthused by the prospect. You don't have to do anything on my account.
[ and maybe that’s shiro’s cue to coax keith into being excited, but it’s difficult to see past the emptiness of that smile. ]
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he does leave though, just as shiro feared he would. not far, at least; he’s right there beside him, well within reach… and yet, the distance feels exponentially larger than the scant inches. feeling uncertain, awkward, and most of all, disappointed, shiro doesn’t twist onto his side. he stays on his back and listens to keith sigh, staring up at the ceiling as he tries to find equilibrium again. remarkably, keith is recovering faster than him. keith is the one making the valiant effort to push through and change the focus. for his part, shiro continues to disappoint, because he’s lagging and fretting, fixated on the pitch of keith’s voice and the phrasing of his words.
the confidence is gone. the excitement is gone. all that’s left is some meager attempt to distract them from the now very obvious elephant in the room. shiro appreciates the effort, truly, but will he take keith up on it? slowly, he turns his head to the side, looking at keith and matching him, almost exactly, in the voided smile that doesn’t go any further than his lips. ]
You don’t sound enthused by the prospect. You don't have to do anything on my account.
[ and maybe that’s shiro’s cue to coax keith into being excited, but it’s difficult to see past the emptiness of that smile. ]