[ less petulant, but still petulant. shiro squints, feeling the annoyance begin to rise once more. it’s a little bit of everything: traveling, the pressure surrounding his speech, the stress of not truly knowing where he stands with adam, keith, himself. shiro is already in a mildly unstable mindframe, all of which severs his patience and makes him far more prone to a less than forgiving judgment. again, he tries to catch himself, because he’s the adult here. the mentor. the one who needs to stay calm to corral keith’s bratty attitude, but.

it doesn’t help that keith won’t look at him. he looks through him, seemingly determined to block shiro out, despite all the strings shiro pulled to have galaxy garrison allow keith to accompany him on this trip. the ungratefulness makes him sigh. loudly. ]

Right. [ there’s a mocking edge to it. he stares down at keith, watching his eyes that still refuse to meet him. ] Because why would I care that you run off without a word?

[ they’re in an unfamiliar city in an entirely different state. approaching dusk, too. yes, he’s certain keith can take care of himself to a point, but he’s shiro’s responsibility, as well as his closest, most cherished friend. so – ]

It’s not like your safety matters to me. [ he crosses his arms over his chest, his frown exuding disappointment and disapproval. ] Glad to know that’s what you think of me.