Red Paladin

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Keith stayed still as Shiro worked on him, “Fine.”, he wasn’t above complaining. “I did.” he moved a little to let Shiro see he wasn’t lying,  “Bigger pieces don’t stay in when you run yourself though a window.”

Shiro stopped and blinked, comprehending. He calmly leaned back up, dug out some forceps and a small light. He flipped Keith over onto his stomach and sat down directly over his hips. “Hmm, bad choice of words. Now you’re going to sit still until I know you’re not full of glass and other fun things.”

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith grumbled “Shiro” but it didn’t stop him, so he just went along with it, “I’m really not, but fine.” he stretched to show as much of his back as he could, without ripping anything of course.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro didn’t buy it. He turned on the little light and rucked up his shirt, sweeping the beam over the expanse of his back. He saw a few smaller knicks and cuts, some nasty bruises, but nothing too worrisome. He prodded gently around the bigger wounds on his side, making sure there really wasn’t any debris inside. Nothing seemed to be there,

“… you’re off the hook this time, but you’re on thin ice.” he said, placing some sterile packing into the wounds and covering them with fresh bandages. He opened a jar of salve and smeared it over the worst of the bruises, rubbing it into his skin to help it heal better.

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith rolled his eyes, but didn’t flinch away from Shiro’s probing, just waited for him to be done. Then immediately rolled over and tugged Shiro into cuddling distance. “I’m owed this really.”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro sighed loudly as he was pulled down fully, letting himself get covered by both Keith and the blanket. “Oh no, what a nightmare, I’m trapped.” He deadpanned, pressing his forehead to Keith’s.

[thewhatpaladin]

“Yep. Scariest thing in here, me laying on you.” laying of course, definitely not snuggling.Keith faced him but didn’t quite look at him, “I am okay though, really.”

[thatsthat24]

A Constant Dilemma 🙇‍♂️

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Keith stayed still as Shiro worked on him, “Fine.”, he wasn’t above complaining. “I did.” he moved a little to let Shiro see he wasn’t lying,  “Bigger pieces don’t stay in when you run yourself though a window.”

Shiro stopped and blinked, comprehending. He calmly leaned back up, dug out some forceps and a small light. He flipped Keith over onto his stomach and sat down directly over his hips. “Hmm, bad choice of words. Now you’re going to sit still until I know you’re not full of glass and other fun things.”

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith grumbled “Shiro” but it didn’t stop him, so he just went along with it, “I’m really not, but fine.” he stretched to show as much of his back as he could, without ripping anything of course.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro didn’t buy it. He turned on the little light and rucked up his shirt, sweeping the beam over the expanse of his back. He saw a few smaller knicks and cuts, some nasty bruises, but nothing too worrisome. He prodded gently around the bigger wounds on his side, making sure there really wasn’t any debris inside. Nothing seemed to be there,

“… you’re off the hook this time, but you’re on thin ice.” he said, placing some sterile packing into the wounds and covering them with fresh bandages. He opened a jar of salve and smeared it over the worst of the bruises, rubbing it into his skin to help it heal better.

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith rolled his eyes, but didn’t flinch away from Shiro’s probing, just waited for him to be done. Then immediately rolled over and tugged Shiro into cuddling distance. “I’m owed this really.”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro rolled his eyes but melted into the contact regardless. He threw an arm over Keith and let him burrow in close, resting his chin on top of his head. “Hmm, maybe I’ll reward you for good behavior this time. But next time you better not hide wounds for me or I will exile myself to the common room.”

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith laughed and pushed up close, "No promises." then his face quirked in thought, "I'm kidding just so you know. In case. Yeah." Keith looked down and shrugged.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Keith stayed still as Shiro worked on him, “Fine.”, he wasn’t above complaining. “I did.” he moved a little to let Shiro see he wasn’t lying,  “Bigger pieces don’t stay in when you run yourself though a window.”

Shiro stopped and blinked, comprehending. He calmly leaned back up, dug out some forceps and a small light. He flipped Keith over onto his stomach and sat down directly over his hips. “Hmm, bad choice of words. Now you’re going to sit still until I know you’re not full of glass and other fun things.”

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith grumbled “Shiro” but it didn’t stop him, so he just went along with it, “I’m really not, but fine.” he stretched to show as much of his back as he could, without ripping anything of course.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro didn’t buy it. He turned on the little light and rucked up his shirt, sweeping the beam over the expanse of his back. He saw a few smaller knicks and cuts, some nasty bruises, but nothing too worrisome. He prodded gently around the bigger wounds on his side, making sure there really wasn’t any debris inside. Nothing seemed to be there,

“… you’re off the hook this time, but you’re on thin ice.” he said, placing some sterile packing into the wounds and covering them with fresh bandages. He opened a jar of salve and smeared it over the worst of the bruises, rubbing it into his skin to help it heal better.

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith rolled his eyes, but didn’t flinch away from Shiro’s probing, just waited for him to be done. Then immediately rolled over and tugged Shiro into cuddling distance. “I’m owed this really.”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Keith stayed still as Shiro worked on him, “Fine.”, he wasn’t above complaining. “I did.” he moved a little to let Shiro see he wasn’t lying,  “Bigger pieces don’t stay in when you run yourself though a window.”

Shiro stopped and blinked, comprehending. He calmly leaned back up, dug out some forceps and a small light. He flipped Keith over onto his stomach and sat down directly over his hips. “Hmm, bad choice of words. Now you’re going to sit still until I know you’re not full of glass and other fun things.”

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith grumbled “Shiro” but it didn’t stop him, so he just went along with it, “I’m really not, but fine.” he stretched to show as much of his back as he could, without ripping anything of course.

[thewhatpaladin]

The mission hadn’t exactly gone well. It hadn’t gone badly either, but definitely not to any definition of well.  You lost that some time around the second explosion. But Keith was home, so it was alright, a safe place to curl up and hide under a blanket while he decompressed. It just would have helped if he remembered to go to his bed instead of Shiro’s.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

It took nearly an hour before Shiro returned to his quarters. The door slid shut behind him just as he spotted the conspicuous lump in the middle of his bed. He nearly bristled until he recognised the blade glimmering on the nightstand. Well, that explained where Keith had vanished to after returning. “Keith?” He said quietly, pulling up the edge of the blanket.

[thewhatpaladin]

The moment the blanket moved, Keith was reaching for his blade, so it was a good thing he wasn’t wearing it at the moment. Because stabbing friends is frowned upon, even if it was an instinctive reaction. Without a way to defend himself, and with a way to feel safe, now that he understood who was near him, he just rolled over. “Hey,”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

“… tense?” Shiro asked, taking Keith’s sudden open posture as an invitation to talk. He was glad he’d opted to discard the knife or he’d be walking to the medbay. A small part of him considered just dropping the blanket back over him like a cat, but he resisted it.

[thewhatpaladin]

It was Shiro, he couldn’t just say he was keyed up. But at the same time… It was Shiro. He had to say he was keyed up. So instead he just patted the bed beside him before pulling the blanket back over him. “It’s just a mission, it’s fine” Sure Shiro could usually call bullshit but maybe it wouldn’t work this time.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro hummed in response, sitting down on the offered side of the bed. “Doesn’t sound like it was fine. Are you injured?” he picked up the edge of the blanket again, only lifting it a few inches this time to see if there were any offending bloodstains on his sheets.

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith shrugged but didn’t try to keep Shiro from looking, sure he was bleeding, but it was not that bad, and bandaged. Was it technically a stab wound? Yes, but he wasn’t actively dying so it was fine. “Not badly.”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro’s expression pinched quickly. “… is that a bandage,” he asked flatly, running the pads of his fingers over it to confirm it was, indeed, gauze and medical tape, “it is a bandage. What happened? Did you get hurt on your mission or is this from something else?”

[thewhatpaladin]

Just because he’d thought about a not combat related way of harm didn’t mean he did it. Keith kept himself from jerking away from the touch to his wound and shrugged. “It went bad. It’s like that sometimes.”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

The frown stayed on Shiro’s face. “Did you get it looked at or did you just slap a bandage on it? I can clean it up if you’d like, or I can get Coran or take you to the medbay.” Keith’s habits of downplaying his own wounds was at the forefront of his mind, and he wouldn’t be able to relax until he knew for sure it was nothing.

“Was it a bolt wound, a blade, shrapnel…?”

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith shrugged, “Slapping a bandage on it is looking at it.” he curled as close to Shiro as possible, then bumped his head against Shiro, “Blade. Technically. Is it a blade if it’s broken glass? … Nevermind.” Keith curled back up without even thinking about it.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro blinked but sighed, pressing back into the touch. “Okay. Out of the rest of your armor. I’m going to take a look at that and see if I need to drag you into a pod.” He hoped it really was nothing, but knowing Keith… it was better to be safe than sorry.

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith grumbled something along the lines of “I’m fine.” but pulled off his armor anyway. There were two somewhat large patches on his side, More than Shiro was probably expecting, or maybe less. Who knew honestly. Keith gestured vaguely at his wounds, “See? They’re fine.”.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

“Hmm, no. Not fine.” Shiro was already off the bed and digging underneath it, pulling out the large medkit he kept stowed away for just such events. “Now you’re going to sit still and not try and wiggle away while I make sure you’re actually not bleeding out in my room. Again.”

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith started to formulate some sort of argument about the bleeding out, but for once managed to quit while he was ahead. “I’m fine enough. Really.” he stayed still as Shiro asked.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro hummed pointedly in disagreement and was glad when Keith let the refusal die. “I’m sure you’re are. But I’m going to make sure so I don’t have to explain to Kolivan just why you can’t come on the next Blade mission because you bled out from a papercut all over my floor.” He was already digging around the kit, producing some fresh bandages and a spray bottle of disinfectant with a glaringly bright Altean label. 

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith couldn’t exactly lie about the wounds, but he tried, so the best he could do was frown and say something along the lines of, “It’s only bleeding a little.” despite bleeding a lot.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro didn’t grace that with a response, instead opting to peel back the edge of the bandage. Judging by the way his eyes widened and how he immediately frowned, he wasn’t happy about what he was seeing. “I should drag you to the medbay and let Coran deal with you, but I’m feeling merciful so I’ll deal with it.”

He tugged off the other bandage and sprayed the disinfectant on both of the stab wounds without much warning.

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith rolled his eyes and didn’t even blink when Shiro  ripped off te bandage and sprayed the wounds, “I’m still here, It’s alright.” Keith grabbed for the bandages so Shiro didn’t have to do it. “I got it.”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro pushed his hand away from the bandages, dabbing at the wounds with fresh gauze.  “Nope. You’ve done enough. Let me do this.” his frown deepened the better he saw the wound, leaning further over Keith to check that he wasn’t hiding other wounds.

“Not injured, huh? Did you get the glass out of these before you dragged yourself in here?”

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith stayed still as Shiro worked on him, “Fine.”, he wasn’t above complaining. “I did.” he moved a little to let Shiro see he wasn’t lying,  “Bigger pieces don’t stay in when you run yourself though a window.”

[thewhatpaladin]

The mission hadn’t exactly gone well. It hadn’t gone badly either, but definitely not to any definition of well.  You lost that some time around the second explosion. But Keith was home, so it was alright, a safe place to curl up and hide under a blanket while he decompressed. It just would have helped if he remembered to go to his bed instead of Shiro’s.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

It took nearly an hour before Shiro returned to his quarters. The door slid shut behind him just as he spotted the conspicuous lump in the middle of his bed. He nearly bristled until he recognised the blade glimmering on the nightstand. Well, that explained where Keith had vanished to after returning. “Keith?” He said quietly, pulling up the edge of the blanket.

[thewhatpaladin]

The moment the blanket moved, Keith was reaching for his blade, so it was a good thing he wasn’t wearing it at the moment. Because stabbing friends is frowned upon, even if it was an instinctive reaction. Without a way to defend himself, and with a way to feel safe, now that he understood who was near him, he just rolled over. “Hey,”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

“… tense?” Shiro asked, taking Keith’s sudden open posture as an invitation to talk. He was glad he’d opted to discard the knife or he’d be walking to the medbay. A small part of him considered just dropping the blanket back over him like a cat, but he resisted it.

[thewhatpaladin]

It was Shiro, he couldn’t just say he was keyed up. But at the same time… It was Shiro. He had to say he was keyed up. So instead he just patted the bed beside him before pulling the blanket back over him. “It’s just a mission, it’s fine” Sure Shiro could usually call bullshit but maybe it wouldn’t work this time.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro hummed in response, sitting down on the offered side of the bed. “Doesn’t sound like it was fine. Are you injured?” he picked up the edge of the blanket again, only lifting it a few inches this time to see if there were any offending bloodstains on his sheets.

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith shrugged but didn’t try to keep Shiro from looking, sure he was bleeding, but it was not that bad, and bandaged. Was it technically a stab wound? Yes, but he wasn’t actively dying so it was fine. “Not badly.”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro’s expression pinched quickly. “… is that a bandage,” he asked flatly, running the pads of his fingers over it to confirm it was, indeed, gauze and medical tape, “it is a bandage. What happened? Did you get hurt on your mission or is this from something else?”

[thewhatpaladin]

Just because he’d thought about a not combat related way of harm didn’t mean he did it. Keith kept himself from jerking away from the touch to his wound and shrugged. “It went bad. It’s like that sometimes.”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

The frown stayed on Shiro’s face. “Did you get it looked at or did you just slap a bandage on it? I can clean it up if you’d like, or I can get Coran or take you to the medbay.” Keith’s habits of downplaying his own wounds was at the forefront of his mind, and he wouldn’t be able to relax until he knew for sure it was nothing.

“Was it a bolt wound, a blade, shrapnel…?”

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith shrugged, “Slapping a bandage on it is looking at it.” he curled as close to Shiro as possible, then bumped his head against Shiro, “Blade. Technically. Is it a blade if it’s broken glass? … Nevermind.” Keith curled back up without even thinking about it.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro blinked but sighed, pressing back into the touch. “Okay. Out of the rest of your armor. I’m going to take a look at that and see if I need to drag you into a pod.” He hoped it really was nothing, but knowing Keith… it was better to be safe than sorry.

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith grumbled something along the lines of “I’m fine.” but pulled off his armor anyway. There were two somewhat large patches on his side, More than Shiro was probably expecting, or maybe less. Who knew honestly. Keith gestured vaguely at his wounds, “See? They’re fine.”.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

“Hmm, no. Not fine.” Shiro was already off the bed and digging underneath it, pulling out the large medkit he kept stowed away for just such events. “Now you’re going to sit still and not try and wiggle away while I make sure you’re actually not bleeding out in my room. Again.”

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith started to formulate some sort of argument about the bleeding out, but for once managed to quit while he was ahead. “I’m fine enough. Really.” he stayed still as Shiro asked.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro hummed pointedly in disagreement and was glad when Keith let the refusal die. “I’m sure you’re are. But I’m going to make sure so I don’t have to explain to Kolivan just why you can’t come on the next Blade mission because you bled out from a papercut all over my floor.” He was already digging around the kit, producing some fresh bandages and a spray bottle of disinfectant with a glaringly bright Altean label. 

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith couldn’t exactly lie about the wounds, but he tried, so the best he could do was frown and say something along the lines of, “It’s only bleeding a little.” despite bleeding a lot.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro didn’t grace that with a response, instead opting to peel back the edge of the bandage. Judging by the way his eyes widened and how he immediately frowned, he wasn’t happy about what he was seeing. “I should drag you to the medbay and let Coran deal with you, but I’m feeling merciful so I’ll deal with it.”

He tugged off the other bandage and sprayed the disinfectant on both of the stab wounds without much warning.

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith rolled his eyes and didn’t even blink when Shiro  ripped off te bandage and sprayed the wounds, “I’m still here, It’s alright.” Keith grabbed for the bandages so Shiro didn’t have to do it. “I got it.”

[thewhatpaladin]

The mission hadn’t exactly gone well. It hadn’t gone badly either, but definitely not to any definition of well.  You lost that some time around the second explosion. But Keith was home, so it was alright, a safe place to curl up and hide under a blanket while he decompressed. It just would have helped if he remembered to go to his bed instead of Shiro’s.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

It took nearly an hour before Shiro returned to his quarters. The door slid shut behind him just as he spotted the conspicuous lump in the middle of his bed. He nearly bristled until he recognised the blade glimmering on the nightstand. Well, that explained where Keith had vanished to after returning. “Keith?” He said quietly, pulling up the edge of the blanket.

[thewhatpaladin]

The moment the blanket moved, Keith was reaching for his blade, so it was a good thing he wasn’t wearing it at the moment. Because stabbing friends is frowned upon, even if it was an instinctive reaction. Without a way to defend himself, and with a way to feel safe, now that he understood who was near him, he just rolled over. “Hey,”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

“… tense?” Shiro asked, taking Keith’s sudden open posture as an invitation to talk. He was glad he’d opted to discard the knife or he’d be walking to the medbay. A small part of him considered just dropping the blanket back over him like a cat, but he resisted it.

[thewhatpaladin]

It was Shiro, he couldn’t just say he was keyed up. But at the same time… It was Shiro. He had to say he was keyed up. So instead he just patted the bed beside him before pulling the blanket back over him. “It’s just a mission, it’s fine” Sure Shiro could usually call bullshit but maybe it wouldn’t work this time.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro hummed in response, sitting down on the offered side of the bed. “Doesn’t sound like it was fine. Are you injured?” he picked up the edge of the blanket again, only lifting it a few inches this time to see if there were any offending bloodstains on his sheets.

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith shrugged but didn’t try to keep Shiro from looking, sure he was bleeding, but it was not that bad, and bandaged. Was it technically a stab wound? Yes, but he wasn’t actively dying so it was fine. “Not badly.”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro’s expression pinched quickly. “… is that a bandage,” he asked flatly, running the pads of his fingers over it to confirm it was, indeed, gauze and medical tape, “it is a bandage. What happened? Did you get hurt on your mission or is this from something else?”

[thewhatpaladin]

Just because he’d thought about a not combat related way of harm didn’t mean he did it. Keith kept himself from jerking away from the touch to his wound and shrugged. “It went bad. It’s like that sometimes.”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

The frown stayed on Shiro’s face. “Did you get it looked at or did you just slap a bandage on it? I can clean it up if you’d like, or I can get Coran or take you to the medbay.” Keith’s habits of downplaying his own wounds was at the forefront of his mind, and he wouldn’t be able to relax until he knew for sure it was nothing.

“Was it a bolt wound, a blade, shrapnel…?”

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith shrugged, “Slapping a bandage on it is looking at it.” he curled as close to Shiro as possible, then bumped his head against Shiro, “Blade. Technically. Is it a blade if it’s broken glass? … Nevermind.” Keith curled back up without even thinking about it.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro blinked but sighed, pressing back into the touch. “Okay. Out of the rest of your armor. I’m going to take a look at that and see if I need to drag you into a pod.” He hoped it really was nothing, but knowing Keith… it was better to be safe than sorry.

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith grumbled something along the lines of “I’m fine.” but pulled off his armor anyway. There were two somewhat large patches on his side, More than Shiro was probably expecting, or maybe less. Who knew honestly. Keith gestured vaguely at his wounds, “See? They’re fine.”.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

“Hmm, no. Not fine.” Shiro was already off the bed and digging underneath it, pulling out the large medkit he kept stowed away for just such events. “Now you’re going to sit still and not try and wiggle away while I make sure you’re actually not bleeding out in my room. Again.”

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith started to formulate some sort of argument about the bleeding out, but for once managed to quit while he was ahead. “I’m fine enough. Really.” he stayed still as Shiro asked.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro hummed pointedly in disagreement and was glad when Keith let the refusal die. “I’m sure you’re are. But I’m going to make sure so I don’t have to explain to Kolivan just why you can’t come on the next Blade mission because you bled out from a papercut all over my floor.” He was already digging around the kit, producing some fresh bandages and a spray bottle of disinfectant with a glaringly bright Altean label. 

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith couldn’t exactly lie about the wounds, but he tried, so the best he could do was frown and say something along the lines of, “It’s only bleeding a little.” despite bleeding a lot.

[thewhatpaladin]

The mission hadn’t exactly gone well. It hadn’t gone badly either, but definitely not to any definition of well.  You lost that some time around the second explosion. But Keith was home, so it was alright, a safe place to curl up and hide under a blanket while he decompressed. It just would have helped if he remembered to go to his bed instead of Shiro’s.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

It took nearly an hour before Shiro returned to his quarters. The door slid shut behind him just as he spotted the conspicuous lump in the middle of his bed. He nearly bristled until he recognised the blade glimmering on the nightstand. Well, that explained where Keith had vanished to after returning. “Keith?” He said quietly, pulling up the edge of the blanket.

[thewhatpaladin]

The moment the blanket moved, Keith was reaching for his blade, so it was a good thing he wasn’t wearing it at the moment. Because stabbing friends is frowned upon, even if it was an instinctive reaction. Without a way to defend himself, and with a way to feel safe, now that he understood who was near him, he just rolled over. “Hey,”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

“… tense?” Shiro asked, taking Keith’s sudden open posture as an invitation to talk. He was glad he’d opted to discard the knife or he’d be walking to the medbay. A small part of him considered just dropping the blanket back over him like a cat, but he resisted it.

[thewhatpaladin]

It was Shiro, he couldn’t just say he was keyed up. But at the same time… It was Shiro. He had to say he was keyed up. So instead he just patted the bed beside him before pulling the blanket back over him. “It’s just a mission, it’s fine” Sure Shiro could usually call bullshit but maybe it wouldn’t work this time.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro hummed in response, sitting down on the offered side of the bed. “Doesn’t sound like it was fine. Are you injured?” he picked up the edge of the blanket again, only lifting it a few inches this time to see if there were any offending bloodstains on his sheets.

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith shrugged but didn’t try to keep Shiro from looking, sure he was bleeding, but it was not that bad, and bandaged. Was it technically a stab wound? Yes, but he wasn’t actively dying so it was fine. “Not badly.”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro’s expression pinched quickly. “… is that a bandage,” he asked flatly, running the pads of his fingers over it to confirm it was, indeed, gauze and medical tape, “it is a bandage. What happened? Did you get hurt on your mission or is this from something else?”

[thewhatpaladin]

Just because he’d thought about a not combat related way of harm didn’t mean he did it. Keith kept himself from jerking away from the touch to his wound and shrugged. “It went bad. It’s like that sometimes.”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

The frown stayed on Shiro’s face. “Did you get it looked at or did you just slap a bandage on it? I can clean it up if you’d like, or I can get Coran or take you to the medbay.” Keith’s habits of downplaying his own wounds was at the forefront of his mind, and he wouldn’t be able to relax until he knew for sure it was nothing.

“Was it a bolt wound, a blade, shrapnel…?”

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith shrugged, “Slapping a bandage on it is looking at it.” he curled as close to Shiro as possible, then bumped his head against Shiro, “Blade. Technically. Is it a blade if it’s broken glass? … Nevermind.” Keith curled back up without even thinking about it.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro blinked but sighed, pressing back into the touch. “Okay. Out of the rest of your armor. I’m going to take a look at that and see if I need to drag you into a pod.” He hoped it really was nothing, but knowing Keith… it was better to be safe than sorry.

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith grumbled something along the lines of “I’m fine.” but pulled off his armor anyway. There were two somewhat large patches on his side, More than Shiro was probably expecting, or maybe less. Who knew honestly. Keith gestured vaguely at his wounds, “See? They’re fine.”.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

“Hmm, no. Not fine.” Shiro was already off the bed and digging underneath it, pulling out the large medkit he kept stowed away for just such events. “Now you’re going to sit still and not try and wiggle away while I make sure you’re actually not bleeding out in my room. Again.”

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith started to formulate some sort of argument about the bleeding out, but for once managed to quit while he was ahead. “I’m fine enough. Really.” he stayed still as Shiro asked.

[thewhatpaladin]

The mission hadn’t exactly gone well. It hadn’t gone badly either, but definitely not to any definition of well.  You lost that some time around the second explosion. But Keith was home, so it was alright, a safe place to curl up and hide under a blanket while he decompressed. It just would have helped if he remembered to go to his bed instead of Shiro’s.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

It took nearly an hour before Shiro returned to his quarters. The door slid shut behind him just as he spotted the conspicuous lump in the middle of his bed. He nearly bristled until he recognised the blade glimmering on the nightstand. Well, that explained where Keith had vanished to after returning. “Keith?” He said quietly, pulling up the edge of the blanket.

[thewhatpaladin]

The moment the blanket moved, Keith was reaching for his blade, so it was a good thing he wasn’t wearing it at the moment. Because stabbing friends is frowned upon, even if it was an instinctive reaction. Without a way to defend himself, and with a way to feel safe, now that he understood who was near him, he just rolled over. “Hey,”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

“… tense?” Shiro asked, taking Keith’s sudden open posture as an invitation to talk. He was glad he’d opted to discard the knife or he’d be walking to the medbay. A small part of him considered just dropping the blanket back over him like a cat, but he resisted it.

[thewhatpaladin]

It was Shiro, he couldn’t just say he was keyed up. But at the same time… It was Shiro. He had to say he was keyed up. So instead he just patted the bed beside him before pulling the blanket back over him. “It’s just a mission, it’s fine” Sure Shiro could usually call bullshit but maybe it wouldn’t work this time.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro hummed in response, sitting down on the offered side of the bed. “Doesn’t sound like it was fine. Are you injured?” he picked up the edge of the blanket again, only lifting it a few inches this time to see if there were any offending bloodstains on his sheets.

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith shrugged but didn’t try to keep Shiro from looking, sure he was bleeding, but it was not that bad, and bandaged. Was it technically a stab wound? Yes, but he wasn’t actively dying so it was fine. “Not badly.”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro’s expression pinched quickly. “… is that a bandage,” he asked flatly, running the pads of his fingers over it to confirm it was, indeed, gauze and medical tape, “it is a bandage. What happened? Did you get hurt on your mission or is this from something else?”

[thewhatpaladin]

Just because he’d thought about a not combat related way of harm didn’t mean he did it. Keith kept himself from jerking away from the touch to his wound and shrugged. “It went bad. It’s like that sometimes.”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

The frown stayed on Shiro’s face. “Did you get it looked at or did you just slap a bandage on it? I can clean it up if you’d like, or I can get Coran or take you to the medbay.” Keith’s habits of downplaying his own wounds was at the forefront of his mind, and he wouldn’t be able to relax until he knew for sure it was nothing.

“Was it a bolt wound, a blade, shrapnel…?”

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith shrugged, “Slapping a bandage on it is looking at it.” he curled as close to Shiro as possible, then bumped his head against Shiro, “Blade. Technically. Is it a blade if it’s broken glass? … Nevermind.” Keith curled back up without even thinking about it.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro blinked but sighed, pressing back into the touch. “Okay. Out of the rest of your armor. I’m going to take a look at that and see if I need to drag you into a pod.” He hoped it really was nothing, but knowing Keith… it was better to be safe than sorry.

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith grumbled something along the lines of “I’m fine.” but pulled off his armor anyway. There were two somewhat large patches on his side, More than Shiro was probably expecting, or maybe less. Who knew honestly. Keith gestured vaguely at his wounds, “See? They’re fine.”.

[thewhatpaladin]

The mission hadn’t exactly gone well. It hadn’t gone badly either, but definitely not to any definition of well.  You lost that some time around the second explosion. But Keith was home, so it was alright, a safe place to curl up and hide under a blanket while he decompressed. It just would have helped if he remembered to go to his bed instead of Shiro’s.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

It took nearly an hour before Shiro returned to his quarters. The door slid shut behind him just as he spotted the conspicuous lump in the middle of his bed. He nearly bristled until he recognised the blade glimmering on the nightstand. Well, that explained where Keith had vanished to after returning. “Keith?” He said quietly, pulling up the edge of the blanket.

[thewhatpaladin]

The moment the blanket moved, Keith was reaching for his blade, so it was a good thing he wasn’t wearing it at the moment. Because stabbing friends is frowned upon, even if it was an instinctive reaction. Without a way to defend himself, and with a way to feel safe, now that he understood who was near him, he just rolled over. “Hey,”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

“… tense?” Shiro asked, taking Keith’s sudden open posture as an invitation to talk. He was glad he’d opted to discard the knife or he’d be walking to the medbay. A small part of him considered just dropping the blanket back over him like a cat, but he resisted it.

[thewhatpaladin]

It was Shiro, he couldn’t just say he was keyed up. But at the same time… It was Shiro. He had to say he was keyed up. So instead he just patted the bed beside him before pulling the blanket back over him. “It’s just a mission, it’s fine” Sure Shiro could usually call bullshit but maybe it wouldn’t work this time.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro hummed in response, sitting down on the offered side of the bed. “Doesn’t sound like it was fine. Are you injured?” he picked up the edge of the blanket again, only lifting it a few inches this time to see if there were any offending bloodstains on his sheets.

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith shrugged but didn’t try to keep Shiro from looking, sure he was bleeding, but it was not that bad, and bandaged. Was it technically a stab wound? Yes, but he wasn’t actively dying so it was fine. “Not badly.”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro’s expression pinched quickly. “… is that a bandage,” he asked flatly, running the pads of his fingers over it to confirm it was, indeed, gauze and medical tape, “it is a bandage. What happened? Did you get hurt on your mission or is this from something else?”

[thewhatpaladin]

Just because he’d thought about a not combat related way of harm didn’t mean he did it. Keith kept himself from jerking away from the touch to his wound and shrugged. “It went bad. It’s like that sometimes.”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

The frown stayed on Shiro’s face. “Did you get it looked at or did you just slap a bandage on it? I can clean it up if you’d like, or I can get Coran or take you to the medbay.” Keith’s habits of downplaying his own wounds was at the forefront of his mind, and he wouldn’t be able to relax until he knew for sure it was nothing.

“Was it a bolt wound, a blade, shrapnel…?”

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith shrugged, “Slapping a bandage on it is looking at it.” he curled as close to Shiro as possible, then bumped his head against Shiro, “Blade. Technically. Is it a blade if it’s broken glass? ... Nevermind.” Keith curled back up without even thinking about it.

[thewhatpaladin]

The mission hadn’t exactly gone well. It hadn’t gone badly either, but definitely not to any definition of well.  You lost that some time around the second explosion. But Keith was home, so it was alright, a safe place to curl up and hide under a blanket while he decompressed. It just would have helped if he remembered to go to his bed instead of Shiro’s.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

It took nearly an hour before Shiro returned to his quarters. The door slid shut behind him just as he spotted the conspicuous lump in the middle of his bed. He nearly bristled until he recognised the blade glimmering on the nightstand. Well, that explained where Keith had vanished to after returning. “Keith?” He said quietly, pulling up the edge of the blanket.

[thewhatpaladin]

The moment the blanket moved, Keith was reaching for his blade, so it was a good thing he wasn’t wearing it at the moment. Because stabbing friends is frowned upon, even if it was an instinctive reaction. Without a way to defend himself, and with a way to feel safe, now that he understood who was near him, he just rolled over. “Hey,”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

“… tense?” Shiro asked, taking Keith’s sudden open posture as an invitation to talk. He was glad he’d opted to discard the knife or he’d be walking to the medbay. A small part of him considered just dropping the blanket back over him like a cat, but he resisted it.

[thewhatpaladin]

It was Shiro, he couldn’t just say he was keyed up. But at the same time… It was Shiro. He had to say he was keyed up. So instead he just patted the bed beside him before pulling the blanket back over him. “It’s just a mission, it’s fine” Sure Shiro could usually call bullshit but maybe it wouldn’t work this time.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro hummed in response, sitting down on the offered side of the bed. “Doesn’t sound like it was fine. Are you injured?” he picked up the edge of the blanket again, only lifting it a few inches this time to see if there were any offending bloodstains on his sheets.

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith shrugged but didn’t try to keep Shiro from looking, sure he was bleeding, but it was not that bad, and bandaged. Was it technically a stab wound? Yes, but he wasn’t actively dying so it was fine. “Not badly.”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro’s expression pinched quickly. “… is that a bandage,” he asked flatly, running the pads of his fingers over it to confirm it was, indeed, gauze and medical tape, “it is a bandage. What happened? Did you get hurt on your mission or is this from something else?”

[thewhatpaladin]

Just because he'd thought about a not combat related way of harm didn't mean he did it. Keith kept himself from jerking away from the touch to his wound and shrugged. "It went bad. It's like that sometimes."

[thewhatpaladin]

The mission hadn’t exactly gone well. It hadn’t gone badly either, but definitely not to any definition of well.  You lost that some time around the second explosion. But Keith was home, so it was alright, a safe place to curl up and hide under a blanket while he decompressed. It just would have helped if he remembered to go to his bed instead of Shiro’s.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

It took nearly an hour before Shiro returned to his quarters. The door slid shut behind him just as he spotted the conspicuous lump in the middle of his bed. He nearly bristled until he recognised the blade glimmering on the nightstand. Well, that explained where Keith had vanished to after returning. “Keith?” He said quietly, pulling up the edge of the blanket.

[thewhatpaladin]

The moment the blanket moved, Keith was reaching for his blade, so it was a good thing he wasn’t wearing it at the moment. Because stabbing friends is frowned upon, even if it was an instinctive reaction. Without a way to defend himself, and with a way to feel safe, now that he understood who was near him, he just rolled over. “Hey,”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

“… tense?” Shiro asked, taking Keith’s sudden open posture as an invitation to talk. He was glad he’d opted to discard the knife or he’d be walking to the medbay. A small part of him considered just dropping the blanket back over him like a cat, but he resisted it.

[thewhatpaladin]

It was Shiro, he couldn’t just say he was keyed up. But at the same time… It was Shiro. He had to say he was keyed up. So instead he just patted the bed beside him before pulling the blanket back over him. “It’s just a mission, it’s fine” Sure Shiro could usually call bullshit but maybe it wouldn’t work this time.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

Shiro hummed in response, sitting down on the offered side of the bed. “Doesn’t sound like it was fine. Are you injured?” he picked up the edge of the blanket again, only lifting it a few inches this time to see if there were any offending bloodstains on his sheets.

[thewhatpaladin]

Keith shrugged but didn’t try to keep Shiro from looking, sure he was bleeding, but it was not that bad, and bandaged. Was it technically a stab wound? Yes, but he wasn’t actively dying so it was fine. “Not badly.”

[thewhatpaladin]

The mission hadn’t exactly gone well. It hadn’t gone badly either, but definitely not to any definition of well.  You lost that some time around the second explosion. But Keith was home, so it was alright, a safe place to curl up and hide under a blanket while he decompressed. It just would have helped if he remembered to go to his bed instead of Shiro’s.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

It took nearly an hour before Shiro returned to his quarters. The door slid shut behind him just as he spotted the conspicuous lump in the middle of his bed. He nearly bristled until he recognised the blade glimmering on the nightstand. Well, that explained where Keith had vanished to after returning. “Keith?” He said quietly, pulling up the edge of the blanket.

[thewhatpaladin]

The moment the blanket moved, Keith was reaching for his blade, so it was a good thing he wasn’t wearing it at the moment. Because stabbing friends is frowned upon, even if it was an instinctive reaction. Without a way to defend himself, and with a way to feel safe, now that he understood who was near him, he just rolled over. “Hey,”

[blacklionhearted-blog]

“… tense?” Shiro asked, taking Keith’s sudden open posture as an invitation to talk. He was glad he’d opted to discard the knife or he’d be walking to the medbay. A small part of him considered just dropping the blanket back over him like a cat, but he resisted it.

[thewhatpaladin]

It was Shiro, he couldn't just say he was keyed up. But at the same time... It was Shiro. He had to say he was keyed up. So instead he just patted the bed beside him before pulling the blanket back over him. "It's just a mission, it's fine" Sure Shiro could usually call bullshit but maybe it wouldn't work this time.

[thewhatpaladin]

The mission hadn’t exactly gone well. It hadn’t gone badly either, but definitely not to any definition of well.  You lost that some time around the second explosion. But Keith was home, so it was alright, a safe place to curl up and hide under a blanket while he decompressed. It just would have helped if he remembered to go to his bed instead of Shiro’s.

[blacklionhearted-blog]

It took nearly an hour before Shiro returned to his quarters. The door slid shut behind him just as he spotted the conspicuous lump in the middle of his bed. He nearly bristled until he recognised the blade glimmering on the nightstand. Well, that explained where Keith had vanished to after returning. “Keith?” He said quietly, pulling up the edge of the blanket.

[thewhatpaladin]

The moment the blanket moved, Keith was reaching for his blade, so it was a good thing he wasn’t wearing it at the moment. Because stabbing friends is frowned upon, even if it was an instinctive reaction. Without a way to defend himself, and with a way to feel safe, now that he understood who was near him, he just rolled over. “Hey,”

[thewhatpaladin]

The mission hadn’t exactly gone well. It hadn’t gone badly either, but definitely not to any definition of well.  You lost that some time around the second explosion. But Keith was home, so it was alright, a safe place to curl up and hide under a blanket while he decompressed. It just would have helped if he remembered to go to his bed instead of Shiro’s.