[It shouldn't be weird, he decides, with a hesitation that still makes him unsure to even voice it, absently trying to push aside what part of his brain making distant trumpet sounds on the notion. But why sit like this because Keith is stupid? Not fair to Shiro either, he thinks, it can't help to have his clothes covered in all this blood on top of everything else.]
Should we just ditch these? [It's a testament to his ability to lie with a straight face that he manages to sound as chill as he does.] Not like we aren't already inside.
[In... a bathroom, even. He does this shit to himself.]