[Keith stiffened his arm against Lance grabbing him. Even if he was being gentle, Keith was feeling stubborn and annoyed from earlier.]
I'm fine. [He's been around Shiro too long in his life.] It just hurts because because it's cold out here.
[He pulled back as Lance released him and then gingerly pressed his scarf against the scratch on Lance's tail to stop the bleeding, using his other hand instead. Just... get that to stop, and then... He didn't know.
He'd tried. He'd tried to talk, he'd tried to figure things out, and it was backfiring spectacularly. Just like always. He could feel himself pulling in on himself emotionally, disassociating, putting walls up... protecting himself. Yeah, he wanted to run, just like last time when he ran to the Blades to avoid the team kicking him out.]
I-... I'm sorry I brought this up.
[There. That would work, right? And then maybe he could bail on this without any real repercussions. They could revisit this when they were both... less fucked up. As if.]
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I'm fine. [He's been around Shiro too long in his life.] It just hurts because because it's cold out here.
[He pulled back as Lance released him and then gingerly pressed his scarf against the scratch on Lance's tail to stop the bleeding, using his other hand instead. Just... get that to stop, and then... He didn't know.
He'd tried. He'd tried to talk, he'd tried to figure things out, and it was backfiring spectacularly. Just like always. He could feel himself pulling in on himself emotionally, disassociating, putting walls up... protecting himself. Yeah, he wanted to run, just like last time when he ran to the Blades to avoid the team kicking him out.]
I-... I'm sorry I brought this up.
[There. That would work, right? And then maybe he could bail on this without any real repercussions. They could revisit this when they were both... less fucked up. As if.]