[He feels it and immediately stops looking at the words, eyes to Shiro instead, concerned, frowning.]
Shiro. [His own arm tightens around his shoulders, ignoring how the glow goes brighter in front of them, voice soft but insistent. He tries not to let it go to the pit of his stomach to think of why these particular phrases are the ones that drain the color from Shiro's face like that. (It does anyway. Of course it does.)] Shiro.