isozyme:“Sorry,” Shiro says.  He hates what he has to say next.  It’s ug

isozyme:“Sorry,” Shiro says.  He hates what he has to say next.  It’s ugly and he doesn’t like the version of himself who could hurt Keith.  He wants to bury that self under a thousand times he’s said the right things, been the right amount of supportive, kept the perfect balance between a mentor and a friend.  “I don’t — don’t know if you want to talk about the cloning facility fight.  I know you were scared of me.  Yesterday.”“I’m not scared!” Keith protests.  Then he grimaces and revises, “I don’t mean to be.”  Keith’s honesty is like a sword with a knife for a hilt.  He’s presenting Shiro with only his profile, making himself a narrow target.“Keith,” Shiro says, low, pouring all of his feeling into it.  Keith looks up sharply at him, holding his gaze steady through veiled lashes, and Shiro tries not to read longing into Keith’s face.  It’s baldly selfish to search for that, especially now, during a conversation this raw.  “I never want to hurt you again,” he finishes softly.“It wasn’t you!  I know it wasn’t you.”“It looked like me.”Keith takes a big shaky breath.  “Yeah.”everything stays (but it still changes), by isozyme, keith/shiro, rated E -- source link
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