[ the bristling stops when shiro offers up a placating shoulder squeeze. the desire to slap lon sheremi doesn't instantaneously disappear, but keith turns his eyes to shiro and calms. yes, going without causing a fuss is, of course, the best idea. keith leaves his script on the lab bench and allows shiro to direct his attention towards the dressing room. tension doesn't leave keith's shoulders however, clearly braced for more jeering commentary from their would-be director.

weirdly enough? nothing comes. they make it all the way to the dressing room door before keith finally succumbs to curiosity to sneak a backwards glance over his shoulder and finds lon sheremi lounging on his chair chatting boisterously with judy, all seemingly without a care in the world.

somehow the indifference only drives home the point that keith really shouldn't be getting worked up over this. he sighs, finally unclenching his fist to loosely hold shiro's hand. once they get to the dressing room -- really, one space curtained off into two areas with privacy drapes, keith sighs and says rather quietly: ]

I'm sorry. There was probably a better way of handling that.

[ a beat, then he adds a little more lightly: ]

What'd he mean by fluffing anyway? Like fluffing up your hair?