[It was too late for that, Keith. Shiro was blaming himself, had been since he had come to his senses. There was really no excuse for what he had done. Even if it had been something he had been forced to see, it was not something he could simply dismiss.
When Keith hid his arm with the jacket, his gaze shifted again, this time away from Keith completely and to his own arm. He was fidgeting, his right hand tensing like he didn't know what to do with it. In a way, he didn't. He had hurt Keith with it and no matter how much Keith hid his arm, he still knew the wound was there. What did he do to make this right?]