It's been a minute since something I wrote made me tear up a little lmao. This was just supposed to be a cute, light Adam teaches Keith to cook thing but gotta sprinkle that hurt in there somewhere 😂. It's not a minty fic without hurt/comfort.
Does this count as a WIP Wednesday? Pretend it's not Thursday.
Adam's eyebrow raises and his head tilts, amused, trying to picture little seven year old Keith throwing knives. "Throwing knives, huh?"
Keith nods excitedly. "Yeah! Dad had targets set up outside that we would practice on. And he had a lot of knives. He even gave me a knife for my birthday, just before he—" he cuts himself off, gaze falling to his now clenched fists in his lap.
"It's ok," Adam crouches down in front of him, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder. "You don't have to talk about it. But, if you ever want to, I would love to hear about your dad."
"Really?" Keith replies, eyeing him skeptically. "Everyone always told me to stop when I did. They said that talking about him wasn't going to bring him back."
The shock of that statement lasts on Adam's face for a split second before he schools his expression back to neutral, thanking all the stars for how well practiced he is at keeping a blank face from his few years being a teacher at the Garrison. He'd be able to discuss that information later with Shiro but for now his focus was the 13 year old in front of him.
He gives Keith a small smile. "Well, sometimes it's good to remember them. Sometimes remembering people who aren't here anymore can hurt and make us sad, but it can also make us happy. Your dad was a big part of your life and you should talk about him when you want to. I'm sure Shiro would also love to hear stories about him."
Keith watches him for a moment, eyes having grown shiny with his words, before giving a small nod.
