[ the irrefutable fact here is that they were never going to go through with this. inevitably, sense would win out and shiro would balk at the very prospect of changing his entire friendship with keith in such an impersonal and public way. keith deserves better than that. hell, shiro deserves better than that too. their friendship is worth more than anything this low-brow script has to provide and so, after a few brain hiccups, he’d end the reading, bow out and – hopefully – have keith following him.
after keith’s outburst and lon sheremi’s subsequent retorts, he feels pretty shitty that he didn’t reach that limit sooner.
the guilt slips in easy, though there’s enough leeway in the first few beats for him to think fluff and cringe through it. unlike keith, shiro does know what that means. his selfishness only extends so far, thankfully. he doesn’t delve into the inner image of keith on his knees, staring up at him as nimble fingers pluck at the buttons of his tiny shorts. instead, he cringes, breathes out and takes one hard look at those balled fists before thinking okay, he needs to take care of keith.
so he ignores lon sheremi, including the impulse to extend contact by arguing that no fluffing will be happening or that they won’t be back in a minute’s time. he simply lets it go and keeps his gaze on keith and only keith as he steps over to him. he tosses his script onto the work bench and then places a hand on keith’s shoulder, while also touching his fingers to one of those balled fists, soon gently clasping it. ]
C’mon. Let’s grab our things. [ voice low and look sympathetic, he squeezes at his shoulder and lets go. only there though. he makes a point to tug at keith’s fist as he turns away, giving him little option but to follow along. ]
maybe they can get a discount on the therapy sessions if they do them together.
after keith’s outburst and lon sheremi’s subsequent retorts, he feels pretty shitty that he didn’t reach that limit sooner.
the guilt slips in easy, though there’s enough leeway in the first few beats for him to think fluff and cringe through it. unlike keith, shiro does know what that means. his selfishness only extends so far, thankfully. he doesn’t delve into the inner image of keith on his knees, staring up at him as nimble fingers pluck at the buttons of his tiny shorts. instead, he cringes, breathes out and takes one hard look at those balled fists before thinking okay, he needs to take care of keith.
so he ignores lon sheremi, including the impulse to extend contact by arguing that no fluffing will be happening or that they won’t be back in a minute’s time. he simply lets it go and keeps his gaze on keith and only keith as he steps over to him. he tosses his script onto the work bench and then places a hand on keith’s shoulder, while also touching his fingers to one of those balled fists, soon gently clasping it. ]
C’mon. Let’s grab our things. [ voice low and look sympathetic, he squeezes at his shoulder and lets go. only there though. he makes a point to tug at keith’s fist as he turns away, giving him little option but to follow along. ]