Shiro? [The voice comes from behind him. When he turns around Keith is there, shirtless for once. His hair hangs loose softening the sharp lines of his face. It does nothing to soften the scars. He had scars before but not like he does now. His right arm is marred mid-way up the bicep in a mirror of Shiro’s old scar. He steps closer and searches his face.
Shiro had knocked on the door. He’d come straight here. His arm isn’t familiar but.] You...do you remember the islands?
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Shiro had knocked on the door. He’d come straight here. His arm isn’t familiar but.] You...do you remember the islands?
[He dares to hope. Just a little bit.]