[ your shiro. it hits differently than the two words, i died back in the infinite void, but they still cut open a black hole in his chest. your shiro.
right. his shiro. the one with white hair, alive in a clone of his own body. his shiro who would rather be flying with pidge in the green lion during the long voyage back to earth than be anywhere near him and the lion he was trapped inside. keith bites his lip. no. he isn't being fair. shiro had flown with him in the beginning, but then... it's not like they could talk about anything. not with krolia there and coran singing the latin alphabet.
his shiro. how would his shiro feel about keith kissing and cuddling yet another version of him? as if the clone thing wasn't fucked up enough. and how would this shiro's keith feel about any of what's happening in prison? keith briefly closes his eyes and forces out a laugh. it hurts his head to think about it, and finds no ready asnwer to the growing doubt about whether any of this is a good idea.
but. i love you. the clone had more or less told him to forget about it and "his" shiro never saw fit to bring it back up. it doesn't matter -- not really, because the words were only ever intended to make shiro stop fighting. but all the same, keith's fracturing expression spells out his answer before he's verbally given one. ]
...no.
[ he swallows, feeling smaller somehow. like he's the bearer of some disappointing news. keith lets his gaze drop to shiro's collar bone, index idly tracing up and down scar tissue. ]
He didn't. But he had his reasons, I think. [ a slew of horrible reasons. ] ... like you, I guess.
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right. his shiro. the one with white hair, alive in a clone of his own body. his shiro who would rather be flying with pidge in the green lion during the long voyage back to earth than be anywhere near him and the lion he was trapped inside. keith bites his lip. no. he isn't being fair. shiro had flown with him in the beginning, but then... it's not like they could talk about anything. not with krolia there and coran singing the latin alphabet.
his shiro. how would his shiro feel about keith kissing and cuddling yet another version of him? as if the clone thing wasn't fucked up enough. and how would this shiro's keith feel about any of what's happening in prison? keith briefly closes his eyes and forces out a laugh. it hurts his head to think about it, and finds no ready asnwer to the growing doubt about whether any of this is a good idea.
but. i love you. the clone had more or less told him to forget about it and "his" shiro never saw fit to bring it back up. it doesn't matter -- not really, because the words were only ever intended to make shiro stop fighting. but all the same, keith's fracturing expression spells out his answer before he's verbally given one. ]
...no.
[ he swallows, feeling smaller somehow. like he's the bearer of some disappointing news. keith lets his gaze drop to shiro's collar bone, index idly tracing up and down scar tissue. ]
He didn't. But he had his reasons, I think. [ a slew of horrible reasons. ] ... like you, I guess.