keith looked at him the same way in the alleyway where they first met, and then again when he broke in, and then another time in a dream, and then here they are now. it's not a happy sort of look for all that keith is saying, because to him, it looks a little bit scared.
happy is a different expression on him; happy had been the first time in a long time that he was able to throw him; happy had been the moment he climbed up shiro's fire escape, with grease streaked over his face, leading him down the rusty pipes to show him a - ]
No -- you built a bike.
[ it's a fixed sort of stare, unwavering even as his brow scrunches, as his fist opens and closes on his lap. ]
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keith looked at him the same way in the alleyway where they first met, and then again when he broke in, and then another time in a dream, and then here they are now. it's not a happy sort of look for all that keith is saying, because to him, it looks a little bit scared.
happy is a different expression on him;
happy had been the first time in a long time that he was able to throw him; happy had been the moment he climbed up shiro's fire escape, with grease streaked over his face, leading him down the rusty pipes to show him a - ]
No -- you built a bike.
[ it's a fixed sort of stare, unwavering even as his brow scrunches, as his fist opens and closes on his lap. ]
. . . didn't you?