[ the part of the script that keith is intimately familiar with is the balking that follows the i love you. everything else? not so much. the past informs the present, and a less impaired keith would realize telling shiro about the depth of his affection was never going to end well, clone or not.
but with drugs spinning his thoughts thorugh a blender, keith doesn't think. he waits, breath held tight in his throat, and gets back a simple love you, too that sits in his head, competing with the pain for what limited attention he has. vision still blurry, keith looks vacantly at shiro standing between his legs, unflinching even as that purple flickers back on, and attempts to smile through the mess of words that come after.
i don't know where
heh. it's only funny because keith doesn't know where either. or what he's talking about. but he understands that part about needing to go. shiro has to be safe, too, after all. not that he gets a chance to try and move himself. shiro scoops him up and though his limbs feel like lead weights, keith limply hangs on as shiro starts to run. where are they going? it doesn't matter. they're going wherever shiro thinks they should be.
and even if they never get there? ]
M'never giving up on you.
[ it's murmured sluggishly as shiro pushes through the small crowd that's gathered to take in other people's suffering on stage. the inmates don't attempt to stop them, and once they're outside, the sentries haven't regrouped just yet. it's a clear shot to the house they used to frequent, but throughout the frenzied running, keith isn't paying any mind. the one thought that's gripped his soul is to force more strength into the hand draped on shiro's shoulder.
even after they get through the door and shiro stops running to catch his breath, keith stays focused on that same thought. this is different, after all. shiro loves him back, so there won't be any falling from platforms or gradually widening voids where their friendship used to be. ]
ah yes... the effort...
but with drugs spinning his thoughts thorugh a blender, keith doesn't think. he waits, breath held tight in his throat, and gets back a simple love you, too that sits in his head, competing with the pain for what limited attention he has. vision still blurry, keith looks vacantly at shiro standing between his legs, unflinching even as that purple flickers back on, and attempts to smile through the mess of words that come after.
i don't know where
heh. it's only funny because keith doesn't know where either. or what he's talking about. but he understands that part about needing to go. shiro has to be safe, too, after all. not that he gets a chance to try and move himself. shiro scoops him up and though his limbs feel like lead weights, keith limply hangs on as shiro starts to run. where are they going? it doesn't matter. they're going wherever shiro thinks they should be.
and even if they never get there? ]
M'never giving up on you.
[ it's murmured sluggishly as shiro pushes through the small crowd that's gathered to take in other people's suffering on stage. the inmates don't attempt to stop them, and once they're outside, the sentries haven't regrouped just yet. it's a clear shot to the house they used to frequent, but throughout the frenzied running, keith isn't paying any mind. the one thought that's gripped his soul is to force more strength into the hand draped on shiro's shoulder.
even after they get through the door and shiro stops running to catch his breath, keith stays focused on that same thought. this is different, after all. shiro loves him back, so there won't be any falling from platforms or gradually widening voids where their friendship used to be. ]