[Much as he was trying to hold it together himself and even almost managing that, when he sees that expression on Shiro's face, Keith's own just - he can't. His composure completely crumbles. He suddenly realizes his death grip on the edge of the couch cushions is almost as shaky as Shiro's hands look. And he doesn't know how to read the pain and longing in his expression, fixed on him as it is, but suddenly it's a different fear that strikes him.]
Shiro --
[He wants to say something, the right thing this time, not make a stupid mistake that he should have known better than to try, when Shiro had already told him things were shaky today. He'd been selfish and now he doesn't know how to fix it. Doesn't even know how much he's fucked up, but literally nothing is worth seeing this pain on the face of someone he cares about so deeply.]
Is there... [He sounds impossibly small in his own ears, despite the roughness in it.] There's nothing I can do?