[There has always been something missing from how sensations felt to his right hand. Having a slightly duller sense of touch than the left is a shock. He cups the side of Keith’s face with it.] ...looks like they don’t have prosthetics so I get my hand back for a little while.

[He keeps it on his shoulder as they walk over to the mirror together. For a moment he stares. His features are a little younger looking than he’s used to. It reminds him of how he used to look back when he first met Keith. Dark hair falls down over his shoulders like-

The harsh glare of the purple lights makes his throbbing headache worse. He jerks upright on the exam table with a gasp, his long hair in his eyes...

Shiro sweeps his hair out of his eyes and looks at himself again. He looks like a younger version of that day. Except for the scars marring what skin the shirt isn’t hiding. His right arm is heavily scarred all the way up to the shoulder as if something had mauled it. His eyes are green flecked with gold and his skin about the same color it has been.

And Keith...] Astoria must be trying to make us stand out less.

[He touches first the sharp point of his own ear then traces Keith’s less tapered ear with his fingers.] We must all be changed like this.