“Tell me what’s wrong. What did I do to I fix it?” it’s like grasping at straws with tweezers in zero gravity. Keith’s always been a little hard to read, naturally closed off, but this is probably the worst Shiro’s ever seen it. And for once he has no idea what to do. Black has been quiet, either talking to Red or equally unsure. Shiro knows he’s already causing problems not being able to keep it together long enough to combine on top of new behavioral problems and grounding himself from any foot missions. If something is also up with Keith, they’re bound to do more than fall apart.
He’s seen the way Keith looks at him. Sometimes startled, concerned. Sometimes there’s a flash of fear that has him stepping back and wondering just how the fight went even if he can only see one scar. “Obviously we’re not...intentionally trying to...make things worse, but whatever we’re doing isn’t working. Just-just tell me what to do.”