[Shiro promises him, and Keith hates, hates that he can't believe him entirely. He wants to. He aches to. But he can't. Not when he looks - is? - Galra, not when he knows how Shiro reacts even seeing them in person, not when the seriousness of the situation weighs all the heavier on his shoulders for how his body aches.
But Red nudges at the back of his mind to trust not in Shiro's reactions, because they both know they'll be visceral and will hurt, but in their bond from before, in their bond now, in how they slotted together perfectly. Personalities haven't changed, after all, not appearances.
So he sighs. Tries to steady himself.
It doesn't work, not really.]
Okay, Shiro.
[Okay. He'd agreed to come out, but that doesn't make the act any easier.]
Just... remember it's me... okay? Try not to freak out?
[Enigmatic, maybe, but it's a moment later before Red's cockpit is opening and Keith peeks out, eyes bright and glowing in the dim light, ears down in abject uncertainty. One step. Another. And he's standing in the planet's oddly tinted sunlight, eyes on the ground and fidgeting from foot to foot.]
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But Red nudges at the back of his mind to trust not in Shiro's reactions, because they both know they'll be visceral and will hurt, but in their bond from before, in their bond now, in how they slotted together perfectly. Personalities haven't changed, after all, not appearances.
So he sighs. Tries to steady himself.
It doesn't work, not really.]
Okay, Shiro.
[Okay. He'd agreed to come out, but that doesn't make the act any easier.]
Just... remember it's me... okay? Try not to freak out?
[Enigmatic, maybe, but it's a moment later before Red's cockpit is opening and Keith peeks out, eyes bright and glowing in the dim light, ears down in abject uncertainty. One step. Another. And he's standing in the planet's oddly tinted sunlight, eyes on the ground and fidgeting from foot to foot.]