[ so… is the blue powder more difficult to scrub off or is keith avoiding him? seated there on the couch, shiro glances to the wall clock and falls even deeper into his frown. whereas shiro had been five-minutes-tops quick, keith is pushing twenty minutes. right. shiro’s leaning more toward the latter. if he’s lucky -- which history says he is not -- this will amount to nothing more than a week long avoidance of awkward glances and stilted conversation. they’ll be fine though, right? he twists his lips and drops his gaze from following that slow ticking hand. actually, he’s not convinced that he’ll ever recover the kind of normalcy he had before because holy hell, that revealed a side of him that no one was ready for. except keith. keith had been ready. very willing too. sighing loudly, he squeezes his eyes shut and presses a palm to the gap between his brows, as though trying to physically shove out the memories of keith perched high with his legs spread. now is definitely not the time.
he’s been biding his time, reiterating reassurances that it isn’t his fault. that it’s the powder’s. honestly, it doesn’t comfort him as much as he wishes it would. maybe it’s because he knows the explanation isn’t worthy of keith. he’d manhandled keith around, practically leeched himself to him and spouted off entitlements like keith is his, to hell with anyone who thinks otherwise, keith included. so all that and what -- suddenly it’s okay because it had been the powder? keith is supposed to just shrug it off and forgive him? as though those actions are separate from shiro, so keith has no right to be mad at him?
sighing, he shifts his weight and starts anxiously bouncing his leg, staring out but not really seeing anything beyond his own thoughts. maybe it’s a good thing keith is taking his time; shiro isn’t exactly dying to talk this through either. though, the longer shiro is surrounded by silence, the more his mind runs. all of a sudden, he thinks of the clone. it had lost its mind too and fallen to baser instincts. the two scenarios are on opposite ends of the spectrum and even linking them is a stretch that only shiro can see but just as the first left keith hurt beyond belief, he fears this second slip in control might have damaged the perception that shiro is steady an’ safe.
there’s a meow below and shiro breaks free of his thoughts to glance down, just as the still nameless kitten rubs up against his stationary leg. the comfort is short lived, because just as he’s reaching down to snag behind her ear an’ go for a scratch, the bathroom door opens in the other room. the kitten’s head swivels toward the sound and then she’s off, scampering across the apartment as though she can anticipate the stupidiness seriousness of the impending conversation. traitor.
footsteps sound and when shiro looks to the bedroom door, there’s keith, crossing into the living room. abruptly, shiro forces his leg to stop bouncing and then he’s sitting stock-still, doing his best to appear calm, composed, normal… and ultimately failing. he does manage a friendly smile though, even if it reads a little too forced. start off easy. that’s his plan. ease into the bigger stuff; don’t ambush keith the second he sits down. ]
Looks like you got it all.
[ unlike shiro who found some red after scratching behind his ear a few minutes ago. the smile turns crooked even as nerves have his stomach churning uncomfortably. ] How’s it feel to no longer be an oversized blueberry?
TIMESKIP. i'm putting bitchface in this just to show shiro is her favorite.
he’s been biding his time, reiterating reassurances that it isn’t his fault. that it’s the powder’s. honestly, it doesn’t comfort him as much as he wishes it would. maybe it’s because he knows the explanation isn’t worthy of keith. he’d manhandled keith around, practically leeched himself to him and spouted off entitlements like keith is his, to hell with anyone who thinks otherwise, keith included. so all that and what -- suddenly it’s okay because it had been the powder? keith is supposed to just shrug it off and forgive him? as though those actions are separate from shiro, so keith has no right to be mad at him?
sighing, he shifts his weight and starts anxiously bouncing his leg, staring out but not really seeing anything beyond his own thoughts. maybe it’s a good thing keith is taking his time; shiro isn’t exactly dying to talk this through either. though, the longer shiro is surrounded by silence, the more his mind runs. all of a sudden, he thinks of the clone. it had lost its mind too and fallen to baser instincts. the two scenarios are on opposite ends of the spectrum and even linking them is a stretch that only shiro can see but just as the first left keith hurt beyond belief, he fears this second slip in control might have damaged the perception that shiro is steady an’ safe.
there’s a meow below and shiro breaks free of his thoughts to glance down, just as the still nameless kitten rubs up against his stationary leg. the comfort is short lived, because just as he’s reaching down to snag behind her ear an’ go for a scratch, the bathroom door opens in the other room. the kitten’s head swivels toward the sound and then she’s off, scampering across the apartment as though she can anticipate the
stupidinessseriousness of the impending conversation. traitor.footsteps sound and when shiro looks to the bedroom door, there’s keith, crossing into the living room. abruptly, shiro forces his leg to stop bouncing and then he’s sitting stock-still, doing his best to appear calm, composed, normal… and ultimately failing. he does manage a friendly smile though, even if it reads a little too forced. start off easy. that’s his plan. ease into the bigger stuff; don’t ambush keith the second he sits down. ]
Looks like you got it all.
[ unlike shiro who found some red after scratching behind his ear a few minutes ago. the smile turns crooked even as nerves have his stomach churning uncomfortably. ] How’s it feel to no longer be an oversized blueberry?