[Something painful twists up in his chest when Keith looks down, but he says nothing as Keith speaks, hanging on his words-- terrified and hopeful at once. When they're suddenly plunged into darkness, a helpless shiver runs down his spine, his thoughts all jumbled up, his eyes on Keith even in the darkness, not daring to look away.]
[The words, though. When they emerge, bright enough to almost make him flinch, closing his eyes against them, it's enough to steal Shiro's breath away. No, he's-- he's been telling himself, over and over, that he's misinterpreting Keith, that it's-- not the way it seems. But it's difficult to explain away that phrasing. He's silent for a moment, totally still, his thoughts racing-- thinking back on countless conversations, interactions, moments between them in the last months here. Those moments outside this place, too.]
Keith... [He says his name helplessly, quietly. Desperate.] Do you...
[But he can't ask that-- can't force Keith to say something, for starters. Doesn't know if he can handle the answer-- what could be more difficult: that he's right. Or that he's wrong.]