[Shiro looks at his slightly younger self. As he listens he hears mention of a new miracle drug and that sense of wrongness gets louder. People in the bar glance at him periodically. Whispers of strangers with signets in their flesh. He winces. He hadn’t told Keith that specific detail.

Some speak of fear and Shiro pushes away from the table and motions for Keith to come with him.] Let’s step outside. If I have this right...we might not need to worry about what we’re saying.

...I hope I’m right. [When Keith stands up he guides him away with a hand on the small of his back. The other Shiro stays put. The bartender and people in the bar don’t even notice at all.]