[Shakes his head, finally lifting his eyes enough to look at Shiro, a touch stubbornly despite his own confusion, and feeling like he should probably back up by now but. Well.]
Shiro. Shut up. I said you don't. [There's a a trace of care to the words, softer despite the blunt shape of them that he can't help, just because it's him. It's never that you could make him uneasy, and maybe that's the whole problem.] Stuff - happens. [Keith, no.]