[ ah. so it’s going to be one of those infuriatingly comical conversations, where no one answers the fucking question. shiro brushes by the you hurt anywhere and keith dodges the why do you have these on, because there was an incident isn’t any sort of acceptable explanation. what’s worse, is that now keith is onto another question. two, actually. will shiro similarly ignore these and answer a question with yet another question? ]
No?
[ partial credit. it’s confusing though, isn’t it? which question is he answering? both, honestly. no, he’s not okay, and no, he didn’t bump his head. well, at least in the sense that he thinks keith means. he’s been tossed around the arena more than a few times, rattling his brain something awful, but this isn’t about a head injury that left him with the scar across his nose, is it? it’s about – ]
You don’t believe me? [ he lets go of keith’s hand, frowning as he pitches his weight, taking a backward step. ] I would’ve thought you of all people would.
[ keith used to chatter about aliens and possible sightings all the time at the garrison. did he outgrow that belief in the past year? ]
no subject
No?
[ partial credit. it’s confusing though, isn’t it? which question is he answering? both, honestly. no, he’s not okay, and no, he didn’t bump his head. well, at least in the sense that he thinks keith means. he’s been tossed around the arena more than a few times, rattling his brain something awful, but this isn’t about a head injury that left him with the scar across his nose, is it? it’s about – ]
You don’t believe me? [ he lets go of keith’s hand, frowning as he pitches his weight, taking a backward step. ] I would’ve thought you of all people would.
[ keith used to chatter about aliens and possible sightings all the time at the garrison. did he outgrow that belief in the past year? ]