[ now the hard part, which should be the easy part: do nothing. so, stubbornly set on not caving, shiro dismisses that pout, turns his gaze from that arched neck and literally puts his back to those spreading legs. his own off the edge of the cot now, shiro sits there and works one foot free of his sneaker. ]

Sorry, Keith. I’m not gonna do that.

[ one foot free, now onto the second. all the while, he’s grateful for the excuse not to look at keith; he’s not ready to face the betrayal he’s certain will be there. ]

I’ll keep you company though. It shouldn’t be too much longer before you feel like yourself again. [ hopeful, apologetic, his voice is a strange mixture of light tones. surely sitting together for the next hour chit-chatting is just as good as… whatever keith had going on in his head. ]