[He can't help looking at him a little more fondly for a moment - certainly noting the difference, knowing the circumstances when they fled had been so sketchy. He can't blame Shiro for changing his tune even just so. It certainly added to Keith's own disregard of the place even more too.]
... It's okay, Shiro. We know everything we've managed to do, and how much more we'll still get done and -- I know it too, whatever the Garrison thinks. [He touches his hand a little to Shiro's wrist where it probably rests on the table.] 'S all I need.