[ that keith isn't frightened is no surprise, but he would have expected circumspection. wariness, if not outright rejection. the instinct to survive should have overridden all else.
but this is the same hothead who'd flown in to take on the leader of a ten thousand year old empire by his lonesome. maybe he'd been the stupid one, to expect anything less from keith.
he tilts away from the canvas of unfamiliar sky above him, looking instead to the one familiarity amongst all of this. keith's hair has begun to dry; his bangs lift off his face in unruly curls. it's enough to add truth to shiro's smile. ]
Yeah? Well, it goes both ways.
[ it's not a thank you, but it's the closest keith's going to get from him. ]
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but this is the same hothead who'd flown in to take on the leader of a ten thousand year old empire by his lonesome. maybe he'd been the stupid one, to expect anything less from keith.
he tilts away from the canvas of unfamiliar sky above him, looking instead to the one familiarity amongst all of this. keith's hair has begun to dry; his bangs lift off his face in unruly curls. it's enough to add truth to shiro's smile. ]
Yeah? Well, it goes both ways.
[ it's not a thank you, but it's the closest keith's going to get from him. ]