[ shiro shouldn’t be surprised. between the two of them, he believes keith to be the braver one; a perception that’s driven home with every stomp of those feet. he glances up then, watching keith swipe at his bangs and feeling the slightest distraction for those saturated locks. goodness -- shiro’s seen him countless times with doused hair, but he never quite gets over how bad it looks. like a drowned cat, maybe? it’s endearing in the dumbest way possible and for a moment, he forgets himself, the corner of his mouth twitching, curling…
only for the smile to die under the weight of those forceful words. keith catches himself too and then that demeanor softens. ah, fantastic. the awkwardness is back. he hated the distance before and he thinks he hates the closeness too, or at least, he hates the squirmy feeling that’s gaining ground from sitting useless as keith stands just across the way. should he stand too? no, that’s stupid. he’s not actually at any sort of disadvantage here by having the more submissive position. and even if he is, perhaps that’s deserved.
he draws a breath, taps his fingers on his knee instead and -- nothing. how does he even go about this? he’s had twenty-something minutes to rehearse and now when faced with a point-blank, he hesitates on the lines. there’s so much to unpack and so much to apologize for and… yeah, that’s the best way to start, huh? ]
I wanted to say I’m sorry. [ he’s made sure to look up for that, hoping to come across as genuine as he is remorseful. there’s hardly a pause though, because he knows what the argument is and he’s quick to cut any hint of it off. ] I know, I know -- the powder.
[ like this shitshow is supposed to be forgotten with a single line. it’s similar, he supposes, to the transformations from weeks past. but underneath the strange features, they’d been them, right? minds altered at times, true, but if they focused hard enough, they could come back to themselves. so how is this different? maybe shiro hadn’t tried enough to overcome the colors and their influence. convinced on that, his features harden on self-condemnation. ]
But that doesn’t excuse what I said to you. [ a beat; the smallest of grimaces. ] What I did to you.
[ he makes it sound so terrible, like they did more than groping hands and suggestive words. shiro doesn’t know how to cut himself slack though. to him, it’s disrespect and broken boundaries, and given the history they’ve been mending, shiro isn’t confident that keith’s ability to forgive will always hold strong. ]
So if there’s any of this that’s made you uneasy or if you need more time apart… [ he’ll leave? he doesn’t have much here. he could see if his original apartment is still available; even just temporarily. ] I just want you to be comfortable moving forward.
... tbh i want this to be a reality. i bet they could commission someone to make her one.
only for the smile to die under the weight of those forceful words. keith catches himself too and then that demeanor softens. ah, fantastic. the awkwardness is back. he hated the distance before and he thinks he hates the closeness too, or at least, he hates the squirmy feeling that’s gaining ground from sitting useless as keith stands just across the way. should he stand too? no, that’s stupid. he’s not actually at any sort of disadvantage here by having the more submissive position. and even if he is, perhaps that’s deserved.
he draws a breath, taps his fingers on his knee instead and -- nothing. how does he even go about this? he’s had twenty-something minutes to rehearse and now when faced with a point-blank, he hesitates on the lines. there’s so much to unpack and so much to apologize for and… yeah, that’s the best way to start, huh? ]
I wanted to say I’m sorry. [ he’s made sure to look up for that, hoping to come across as genuine as he is remorseful. there’s hardly a pause though, because he knows what the argument is and he’s quick to cut any hint of it off. ] I know, I know -- the powder.
[ like this shitshow is supposed to be forgotten with a single line. it’s similar, he supposes, to the transformations from weeks past. but underneath the strange features, they’d been them, right? minds altered at times, true, but if they focused hard enough, they could come back to themselves. so how is this different? maybe shiro hadn’t tried enough to overcome the colors and their influence. convinced on that, his features harden on self-condemnation. ]
But that doesn’t excuse what I said to you. [ a beat; the smallest of grimaces. ] What I did to you.
[ he makes it sound so terrible, like they did more than groping hands and suggestive words. shiro doesn’t know how to cut himself slack though. to him, it’s disrespect and broken boundaries, and given the history they’ve been mending, shiro isn’t confident that keith’s ability to forgive will always hold strong. ]
So if there’s any of this that’s made you uneasy or if you need more time apart… [ he’ll leave? he doesn’t have much here. he could see if his original apartment is still available; even just temporarily. ] I just want you to be comfortable moving forward.