[One thing Keith's never quite been able to get over about himself is that any intense feeling that decides to jam itself through his system always runs too close in the same vein as anger in his own mind, however it might come across to others. Most misunderstand it as anger. He knows Shiro wouldn't, but the way Keith's concern manifests itself just then is still such a rush. Almost like the air could get knocked out of him from it. He knows it isn't anger he feels as Shiro speaks now, feeling that shakiness to him from staying pressed into his side, but the edge in Keith's voice is there nonetheless, persistent.]
I don't. Of course I wouldn't. Shiro... You- [You shouldn't either, fuck.]