[Keith quickens his pace to keep up, not wanting to let Shiro out of reach, never mind out of sigh, not right now. Not knowing what this is, where they are, memory or not. But that is the point that remains to be seen.
Once they're inside he takes a moment to look around, not bothering to hide his curiosity, especially at the brief flash of some ghosted memory. He makes his way over to Shiro, sitting beside him.
Terrible things.] This place is playing with our minds, whatever it is.
[For what purpose he has no idea. He shifts up onto one knee to lean closer, to look -- eyes widening at the various scars that he hadn't been expecting, absent as they've been. But that scar at his collarbone catches Keith's attention, and he reaches up to touch his fingertips along it ever so gently.] Here?
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Once they're inside he takes a moment to look around, not bothering to hide his curiosity, especially at the brief flash of some ghosted memory. He makes his way over to Shiro, sitting beside him.
Terrible things.] This place is playing with our minds, whatever it is.
[For what purpose he has no idea. He shifts up onto one knee to lean closer, to look -- eyes widening at the various scars that he hadn't been expecting, absent as they've been. But that scar at his collarbone catches Keith's attention, and he reaches up to touch his fingertips along it ever so gently.] Here?