[ so this is where they are now, huh? shiro looking down on him -- physically. metaphorically. keith knows that kind of condescension well -- seen it, heard it, hated it from just about every teacher and garrison officer. coming from shiro though, it's a low blow, and one that successfully throws keith off kilter. he doesn't drop eye contact, refusing to cede that tiny bit of ground, but the anger takes on different hues, like vertigo's been thrown into the mix and he doesn't know if he needs to sit down or get the fuck out of the apartment. ]

Why are you trying to make me mad at you? The hell is this accomplishing?

[ but the wheels are turning in his mind as he speaks, and an answer clicks into place. keith narrows his eyes, hands settling on his hips. where there'd been heat to his tone before, it very abruptly takes on the qualities of siberian winter. ]

Oh. I get it. You're trying to goad me into telling you to leave.

[ what else would it be other than this fucking unresolved issue all over again. ]