[Rubs at his face, avoiding where the burn still smarts, where he can feel bruises forming, all of the pain he feels dull in the back of his priorities still like an unavoidable tell. When he finally looks back to Shiro again, sees him still looking his way, shakiness and all, it's -- nothing to Keith, yet so clear how it could be something. Terrifying, almost.]
You said you'd go. [He points it out with a drop in his shoulders, frustration seeping out to something quieter, watching him.] You don't look like you want to, though.