[He's pretty sure he's holding him just as tightly even when Shiro pulls away and their eyes meet, hands on his shoulders so tight that it must hurt. They're both shaken and he knows these intense words can't be much better for them than what's written against the shadows everywhere. Even still, he can't not say it.
Hearing his own name, the way Shiro sounds saying it, and the argument that seems to trail behind it even if he doesn't speak those words... Keith stutters out an equally pained, weak breath. What did you expect? He meets Shiro's eyes stubbornly even though he knows both of their expressions must be wavering and splintered right now.]
Shiro. [Keith said what he said. He's not taking it back.]