[Gone the last few hours much in the same way Shiro was missing briefly, Keith returns now looking entirely beat to hell. And predictably ignoring it despite how much his body might protest, in favor of also walking in no particular direction as he tries to right himself again, straining to clear his mind, to remember. He was falling. He let himself fall, he wouldn't let go for anything until there was nothing else to do but fall.
Had that been it for him? What an insane way to go for hardly any reason at all. Right?]
Why... did I do that?
[The fight. It feels like a blur with his feelings fading from the equation, nothing quite clicking into place. When he finally comes across Shiro in the midst of this, it doesn't feel like an explanation for the why at all, but still an answer of some sort, as much as a new question given the unfamiliar appearance. He frowns, silent, on guard. The hell's going on now?]