[Laughter is good. The joke that follows though has Keith frowning for a moment. At least Shiro's sense of humor seems to be weathering this illness well enough. Despite himself, Keith's expression melts into a smile. He knows Shiro has faced down something all too like this before, and knowing he may be walking down that path.
Keith hates it, hates not being able to do anything to stop it.
He leans into Shiro, eyes falling shut at the touch of those fingers through his hair; he's exhausted, and the touch is soothing.]
Mm-mm. You're still the old timer. [Though Keith gained on him a little in the interrim. He sets his chin on Shiro's shoulder.] All that white hair... even if it makes you look younger.
[Keith isn't sure how that works. But he is sure that Shiro is pulling off the look.]
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Keith hates it, hates not being able to do anything to stop it.
He leans into Shiro, eyes falling shut at the touch of those fingers through his hair; he's exhausted, and the touch is soothing.]
Mm-mm. You're still the old timer. [Though Keith gained on him a little in the interrim. He sets his chin on Shiro's shoulder.] All that white hair... even if it makes you look younger.
[Keith isn't sure how that works. But he is sure that Shiro is pulling off the look.]