new beginnings;
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sleepchamberknees( he likes to think it could have gone a lot differently, a lot worse than it has, all things considered; keith hasn't exactly had the easiest go of things from the start, has probably been convinced ( or made to believe ) that things are never going to go easily for him and shiro won't ever be able to blame him for thinking that he's going to need to be as tough as nails to get to wherever he needs to be.
( he hasn't even come close to getting his whole story, because the kid doesn't talk much and he isn't about to poke or prod where it isn't wanted; he likes to think there's going to be more than enough time to get to know him as well as he wants to, to learn all the little ins and outs and the nuances that make him keith and ultimately present himself as someone worth trusting when everyone else has either left him, let him down or not bothered with him in the first place.
that last one … is still a thought that hurts when he thinks about it, something that hits him in the very middle of his chest like a physical blow. keeps him thinking that he needs to keep trying, because if there's ever been a chance worth taking, it's this one. it's him. )
he's had kind of a busy morning, all things considered — briefings to go over, papers and things to file alongside whatever else is needed of him at any given time, but he has a chance to stop somewhere around midday, an hour that comes upon him with the rumbling of his stomach that he may or may not have been ignoring for the last … too many. ( he drinks a lot of coffee, all right. and that has a tendency to stave off the appetite. no judgment, please. )
… anyway. he's thinking about heading toward the mess when he catches a glimpse of a very familiar shock of dark hair, which. seems more than just a little out of place because he'd taken it upon himself to memorize one schedule in particular and his brows furrow above the slight narrowing of his eyes as keith darts a little too conspicuously down a hallway he has no business darting down. hm.
… hm.
he follows a safe distance behind for a moment, a couple of moments until a few twists and turns down a few different hallways finds them outside, and only then does shiro raise his voice, something he hopes is soft and familiar and not at all judgmental when he gives a: ) Keith? Hey — ( and if he turns around, there will be a tentative smile waiting for him. )
Don't you have class right now?
( he hasn't even come close to getting his whole story, because the kid doesn't talk much and he isn't about to poke or prod where it isn't wanted; he likes to think there's going to be more than enough time to get to know him as well as he wants to, to learn all the little ins and outs and the nuances that make him keith and ultimately present himself as someone worth trusting when everyone else has either left him, let him down or not bothered with him in the first place.
that last one … is still a thought that hurts when he thinks about it, something that hits him in the very middle of his chest like a physical blow. keeps him thinking that he needs to keep trying, because if there's ever been a chance worth taking, it's this one. it's him. )
he's had kind of a busy morning, all things considered — briefings to go over, papers and things to file alongside whatever else is needed of him at any given time, but he has a chance to stop somewhere around midday, an hour that comes upon him with the rumbling of his stomach that he may or may not have been ignoring for the last … too many. ( he drinks a lot of coffee, all right. and that has a tendency to stave off the appetite. no judgment, please. )
… anyway. he's thinking about heading toward the mess when he catches a glimpse of a very familiar shock of dark hair, which. seems more than just a little out of place because he'd taken it upon himself to memorize one schedule in particular and his brows furrow above the slight narrowing of his eyes as keith darts a little too conspicuously down a hallway he has no business darting down. hm.
… hm.
he follows a safe distance behind for a moment, a couple of moments until a few twists and turns down a few different hallways finds them outside, and only then does shiro raise his voice, something he hopes is soft and familiar and not at all judgmental when he gives a: ) Keith? Hey — ( and if he turns around, there will be a tentative smile waiting for him. )
Don't you have class right now?
