[Why did his eyes flicker down to Shiro's fidgeting as he tugs at his shirt, lizard brain this is not the time. ASdlfkjd he makes himself look back up at him, f- fff.]
It's- gotten pretty bad. The rain.
[The wind is rattling more, too, loud and knocking at their cabin some more, but it feels distant when he's focusing on Shiro then. He reaches out, touches Shiro's arm in an attempt to reassure him in his fidgeting, tentative because hey he wouldn't blame you if you want him to back the fuck up for at least the rest of forever. Keith manages a small smile, and speaks quieter, more certain than he feels.]
Go change. Can't be too comfortable like that. [Softer, he adds, with all the implications it carries. If you want to talk after that, he's not going to run away from it.] I'll be here, so...