but there isn't further elaboration beyond what shiro's stated, so keith has to stare down the bitter conclusion that he actually had been correct then. shiro isn't giving him anything, no denial, not even plausible deniability now that he can see shiro shrinking into his shoulders and .... ah. the knot in his stomach is gone, but it's replaced by something heavier, a bone deep exhaustion and a nice sprinkling of disappointment to top it off.
the scowling breaks then, but it feels like a whole lot more broke with it. this time, keith doesn't fight the lurch of vertigo and drops himself down on the couch, elbows propped up on his knees, forehead pressed to his palms as fingers briefly dig into his scalp. ]
We're just... never gonna move past this, are we.
[ the words come up unbidden on the back of exasperation. his regret is instant. why the hell did he give that a voice? stupid. keith sucks in a deep breath, then forces himself to look up. ]
Shiro. [ his throat clamps up, forcing a pause and a swallow. ] If that's what you want, maybe you should just be locking me in the closet. You're not the only one here who was affected by powder. Hell, it could have been anyone on the street today that got splashed with red. And I... [ again, he hates just about everything about that, but he's already said as much. sighing, he gets back up on his feet to pace around the coffee table, unable to sit still after the adrenaline spike of their fight. ]
Look. I don't want anything like that to happen because of some stupid powder. But if it has to happen, all I'm saying is that I would prefer that it happened with you.
[ he lets that one hang in the air for a moment, eyes on the floorboards rather than shiro. but given everything that's been said, it's pretty clear that's not a mutual sentiment. rather than give shiro a chance to respond, he presses forward. this time, keith does make eye contact. ]
But none of that's important. If you want to leave, just... go. I want you to stay , but I'm not gonna force you to.
he deserves a spanking
but there isn't further elaboration beyond what shiro's stated, so keith has to stare down the bitter conclusion that he actually had been correct then. shiro isn't giving him anything, no denial, not even plausible deniability now that he can see shiro shrinking into his shoulders and .... ah. the knot in his stomach is gone, but it's replaced by something heavier, a bone deep exhaustion and a nice sprinkling of disappointment to top it off.
the scowling breaks then, but it feels like a whole lot more broke with it. this time, keith doesn't fight the lurch of vertigo and drops himself down on the couch, elbows propped up on his knees, forehead pressed to his palms as fingers briefly dig into his scalp. ]
We're just... never gonna move past this, are we.
[ the words come up unbidden on the back of exasperation. his regret is instant. why the hell did he give that a voice? stupid. keith sucks in a deep breath, then forces himself to look up. ]
Shiro. [ his throat clamps up, forcing a pause and a swallow. ] If that's what you want, maybe you should just be locking me in the closet. You're not the only one here who was affected by powder. Hell, it could have been anyone on the street today that got splashed with red. And I... [ again, he hates just about everything about that, but he's already said as much. sighing, he gets back up on his feet to pace around the coffee table, unable to sit still after the adrenaline spike of their fight. ]
Look. I don't want anything like that to happen because of some stupid powder. But if it has to happen, all I'm saying is that I would prefer that it happened with you.
[ he lets that one hang in the air for a moment, eyes on the floorboards rather than shiro. but given everything that's been said, it's pretty clear that's not a mutual sentiment. rather than give shiro a chance to respond, he presses forward. this time, keith does make eye contact. ]
But none of that's important. If you want to leave, just... go. I want you to stay , but I'm not gonna force you to.