[ is it appropriate to sit there listening to jacob's story and be thinking should've hung up the entire time? probably not. putting more selfish thoughts aside though, the accident sounds like it must've spooked a lot of people and it's no wonder shiro had been the go to for reinforcements. calming, steady and reliable, shiro's presence only tends to improve any situation. the thought sits oddly in keith's head like he can't quite place if he's proud or caught up in a weird nostalgia for the ease with which shiro finds himself falling into leadership roles even outside of voltron. even while shiro's haunted by coming out of the astral plane and learning how to be in a living, breathing flesh and blood body again.
but what can keith say? he's not surprised in the slightest. that's the shiro he knows and all. what's newer is how shiro doesn't immediately spring into action, but rounds his shoulders and tucks himself under keith's chin. warming on a missed beat, keith winds both arms around his boy's back to hold him nice and tight, kissing the top of his head. it's probably less a willingness to be vulnerable and needy and more an expression of disappointment on shiro's part, but keith wants to treasure it all the same. ]
Yeah, of course. [ one more smooch for good measure! ] Whenever.
[ a beat of silence, then with one last squeeze, he reluctantly slides off shiro's lap. in lighter tones, he adds: ]
[ whenever, he says. whenever, ha! if only it were that easy. for one reason or another, they attract… obstacles. many ridiculous and downright annoying obstacles and shiro is starting to lose confidence in this universe being kind. ah, well, pouting over it certainly won’t improve anything. so he gets to his feet and manages a smile that’s faint in its playfulness. ]
Yes, sir.
[ and then it’s all about making his way to the door. he drops off the half eaten eclair with the others on the walk by, gaze briefly snagging on the pool toy box before he returns his attention to where he’s going. unlocks the door and pulls it open with a barely repressed sigh. ]
I’ll see you tonight. [ he half turns then, looking back to keith, who still looks every bit as good as he did when shiro first walked in. those legs… -- shiro gives himself a mental shake and after an obvious moment to collect himself, broadens his smile. he nods toward the box. ] Send me a picture of you sitting on the eggplant float if you get a chance.
[ but he doesn’t wait for an answer, half afraid keith will retaliate. instead, he steps out, calling a: ] Love you. Bye babe. [ -- and then he’s gone. ]
poor poor shiro....
but what can keith say? he's not surprised in the slightest. that's the shiro he knows and all. what's newer is how shiro doesn't immediately spring into action, but rounds his shoulders and tucks himself under keith's chin. warming on a missed beat, keith winds both arms around his boy's back to hold him nice and tight, kissing the top of his head. it's probably less a willingness to be vulnerable and needy and more an expression of disappointment on shiro's part, but keith wants to treasure it all the same. ]
Yeah, of course. [ one more smooch for good measure! ] Whenever.
[ a beat of silence, then with one last squeeze, he reluctantly slides off shiro's lap.
in lighter tones, he adds: ]
Turn off your phone next time.
existence is pain.
Yes, sir.
[ and then it’s all about making his way to the door. he drops off the half eaten eclair with the others on the walk by, gaze briefly snagging on the pool toy box before he returns his attention to where he’s going. unlocks the door and pulls it open with a barely repressed sigh. ]
I’ll see you tonight. [ he half turns then, looking back to keith, who still looks every bit as good as he did when shiro first walked in. those legs… -- shiro gives himself a mental shake and after an obvious moment to collect himself, broadens his smile. he nods toward the box. ] Send me a picture of you sitting on the eggplant float if you get a chance.
[ but he doesn’t wait for an answer, half afraid keith will retaliate. instead, he steps out, calling a: ] Love you. Bye babe. [ -- and then he’s gone. ]