[ it appears that someone is utilizing a well-used tactic from shiro’s playbook: diversion. that isn’t an answer, keith. shiro knows where this is going even before keith has uttered carrying me. he’s ready. he’s poised. he’s already rocking his head left and right in a slow moving signal of no, he is not sore, and as such, does not need a –
wait. back it up. say that again.
the shaking comes to an abrupt stop, his head slightly off-center so that he isn’t facing keith directly. a hard blink, as if recalibrating, and then he jerks his head back to the midline, eyes a little wider, a little fuller, a little spark of hope making them brighter. ]
Oh.
[ there’s a swift, mental kick to reset his slow as molasse brain. ]
Yeah. [ quicker now. ] Excruciatingly sore. [ and uplifted, too. hope makes him sound more present in the moment. happier. his confidence is yet to fully recover, but the next steps he take aren’t as tentative as before. there’s a surety to the way he walks to the bed and sits down a small space away, smile close to teasing. ] You might have to work on me for awhile.
no subject
wait.
back it up.
say that again.
the shaking comes to an abrupt stop, his head slightly off-center so that he isn’t facing keith directly. a hard blink, as if recalibrating, and then he jerks his head back to the midline, eyes a little wider, a little fuller, a little spark of hope making them brighter. ]
Oh.
[ there’s a swift, mental kick to reset his slow as molasse brain. ]
Yeah. [ quicker now. ] Excruciatingly sore. [ and uplifted, too. hope makes him sound more present in the moment. happier. his confidence is yet to fully recover, but the next steps he take aren’t as tentative as before. there’s a surety to the way he walks to the bed and sits down a small space away, smile close to teasing. ] You might have to work on me for awhile.