[ keith keeps his eyes on shiro throughout, but doesn't have the foggiest clue what expression he's even pulling at this point. the idea that shiro doesn't know what he's doing seems ... laughable. during the war, he'd always been their leader -- the one everyone turned to for a plan. or maybe that's just the rose tinted glasses keith wears whenever he thinks about shiro's legacy as the head of voltron speaking louder than reality. either way, he finds he doesn't know what to think. the idea that apparently shiro finds keith harder to navigate than a fucking war keeps teetering somewhere between funny and depressing, shifting from one beat to the next.
but then .... it's kinda relatable, isn't it? the war demanded decisiveness, a tacit acceptance of collateral damage and the recognition that inaction was also an action. with that kind of pressure lifted away, it's opened up so much more room to overanalyze every little detail that obscures the bigger picture.
I want to be with you. I love you, too. I'm sorry I made it seem like I'd forgotten.
keith knows all of these things and yet .... he stops looking at shiro then, gaze shifting down to where his hand is clenched tight into a fist. it's disorienting all over again to think that shiro had unwillingly kissed his hand half an hour ago. pushing that thought aside, keith breathes in deeply.
they're a team. always have been, always will be. but like with any team, it's only as strong as the conviction they have in each other. it'd been that way with voltron as well, hadn't it? shiro was as effective as he was because the entire team was there to lift him up. maybe keith isn't doing enough lifting here. maybe shiro would doubt him less if he stopped letting the past unravel the things he knows are true.
he breathes out slowly, letting that resolve saturate. then, he walks over to where shiro is standing. he takes another step into his best friend's personal space, and in the next beat sets his hands on both shoulders. ]
Then trust me a little. You're making this complicated. [ a squeeze and then: ] I meant what I said. I'm going to support you, no matter what tricks these so-called detieis pull.
and then kiss it better. one day.
but then .... it's kinda relatable, isn't it? the war demanded decisiveness, a tacit acceptance of collateral damage and the recognition that inaction was also an action. with that kind of pressure lifted away, it's opened up so much more room to overanalyze every little detail that obscures the bigger picture.
I want to be with you. I love you, too. I'm sorry I made it seem like I'd forgotten.
keith knows all of these things and yet .... he stops looking at shiro then, gaze shifting down to where his hand is clenched tight into a fist. it's disorienting all over again to think that shiro had unwillingly kissed his hand half an hour ago. pushing that thought aside, keith breathes in deeply.
they're a team. always have been, always will be. but like with any team, it's only as strong as the conviction they have in each other. it'd been that way with voltron as well, hadn't it? shiro was as effective as he was because the entire team was there to lift him up. maybe keith isn't doing enough lifting here. maybe shiro would doubt him less if he stopped letting the past unravel the things he knows are true.
he breathes out slowly, letting that resolve saturate. then, he walks over to where shiro is standing. he takes another step into his best friend's personal space, and in the next beat sets his hands on both shoulders. ]
Then trust me a little. You're making this complicated. [ a squeeze and then: ] I meant what I said. I'm going to support you, no matter what tricks these so-called detieis pull.