[If Keith had been thinking rationally, he should have come clean days ago. He should have shared with Shiro the strange things happening with his body - or, at least, the odd discoloring of his skin - and maybe they would have both been able to figure something out. If they couldn't, maybe Black could. Red wasn't much help. She wanted repairs, and she wanted Keith to be less viscerally frustrated, but that was it.
And now Keith was locked away in her cockpit, pacing idly and trying to figure out just what to do.
He couldn't go out, now. Shiro would kill him. He would think they'd been found by the Galra and would cut him down without a second thought and then wouldn't ever be able to find his body. The communicator in his helmet had broken, and if he used Red's, then there was no guarantee there wouldn't be a video feed. He couldn't strike out on his own, because then he'd be lost and alone without Shiro and without his lion and with no way of getting back to the castle - and no way of proving his innocence, even if he did find a way.
He was screwed in every way except the one his body was aching for, and he hated that his mind kept drifting back there, too.
He spends what feels like hours fretting away in the cockpit before Red flicks Shiro's approach up on the screen, broadcasts his voice into the cockpit, and he can't let her let him in, but she's stubborn enough that he can't make her keep him out, either, so he tries to project confidence when he broadcasts his voice through external speakers.]
Uh. Yeah. Thanks, Shiro... Leave it outside? I'll grab it in a sec...
[Great. Good job, Keith. That wasn't confident at all.]
it's accurate tho
And now Keith was locked away in her cockpit, pacing idly and trying to figure out just what to do.
He couldn't go out, now. Shiro would kill him. He would think they'd been found by the Galra and would cut him down without a second thought and then wouldn't ever be able to find his body. The communicator in his helmet had broken, and if he used Red's, then there was no guarantee there wouldn't be a video feed. He couldn't strike out on his own, because then he'd be lost and alone without Shiro and without his lion and with no way of getting back to the castle - and no way of proving his innocence, even if he did find a way.
He was screwed in every way except the one his body was aching for, and he hated that his mind kept drifting back there, too.
He spends what feels like hours fretting away in the cockpit before Red flicks Shiro's approach up on the screen, broadcasts his voice into the cockpit, and he can't let her let him in, but she's stubborn enough that he can't make her keep him out, either, so he tries to project confidence when he broadcasts his voice through external speakers.]
Uh. Yeah. Thanks, Shiro... Leave it outside? I'll grab it in a sec...
[Great. Good job, Keith. That wasn't confident at all.]