[It's even less helpful than he'd hoped but he doesn't ask any more. Because he's sure if she could explain it she would. He just hopes its like the Lions, something he can't understand until its happening. Which, doesn't offer a lot of hope but, at the moment, its all he's got to go on.
It wouldn't be the first time he had to make something up as he went.
Black touches down so gently there's not even a jar in the cockpit to prove it and the great head lowers. Shiro feels the withdraw - but not the withdraw as the lights dim and - he's reluctant. He's reluctant to get up and leave, reluctant to go. He doesn't -
he's had so much taken away from him. If he takes his eyes off Black for a second -
the soothing thrumming rumble is in his head and his chest and he would swear its almost touched with amusement. As if the lion would ever let anyone take its paladin away from it...
It's the nudge he needs to stand up and he inhales. Exhales. Counts the beats between.
And he follows her out of the lion and into the hanger.
The others, his team he supposes, are already there and his face changes as he sees Keith, feeling torn between laughing and weeping, tears and joy and he's just taking a step forward, one arm out when - ]
Matt?
[Because there's a second face in the group that he recognizes and - no. No, it's not possible. He feels a knee buckle and goes down on it hard, heart suddenly beating too fast in his chest, mouth dry. Because - ]
no subject
It wouldn't be the first time he had to make something up as he went.
Black touches down so gently there's not even a jar in the cockpit to prove it and the great head lowers. Shiro feels the withdraw - but not the withdraw as the lights dim and - he's reluctant. He's reluctant to get up and leave, reluctant to go. He doesn't -
he's had so much taken away from him. If he takes his eyes off Black for a second -
the soothing thrumming rumble is in his head and his chest and he would swear its almost touched with amusement. As if the lion would ever let anyone take its paladin away from it...
It's the nudge he needs to stand up and he inhales. Exhales. Counts the beats between.
And he follows her out of the lion and into the hanger.
The others, his team he supposes, are already there and his face changes as he sees Keith, feeling torn between laughing and weeping, tears and joy and he's just taking a step forward, one arm out when - ]
Matt?
[Because there's a second face in the group that he recognizes and - no. No, it's not possible. He feels a knee buckle and goes down on it hard, heart suddenly beating too fast in his chest, mouth dry. Because - ]
Matt?