You aren't. That's the problem, isn't it? I don't... feel anything, I think of you and keep coming up blank.
[The words are soft but butter, an unfortunate truth. Keith sees exactly where his gaze falls, the way his expression shifts, and it's hard to say if it's because he doesn't want to think about what that means, or if he just can't stand the sight of that look Shiro's face even like this, even despite his own words... Either way, Keith's eyes fall on the way his hand fidgets instead, absent.]
Stay or go, it doesn't feel like it matters to me.