[Without necessarily meaning to, Keith slumps back against the wall, body heavier and heavier by the second. Uncertainty tastes like rot in his mouth, though an even bitterer part of him just wants to break down into dry laughs.]
Okay.
[It's not okay and everything about him, from the way his tone's gotten even flatter and his shoulders have gotten even stiffer plainly state the opposite. Frankly, he'd have more of a clue of how to feel if Pidge had just literally set him on fire, but the way things are now, he feels pulled in a hundred different directions with no clear path to catharsis. He'd yell, but the people he wants to yell at are inaccessible. He'd punch the wall, but he'd only end up hurting himself.
It's the kind of helpless anger he remembers feeling towards everyone and everything while watching them lower his father's coffin into the ground. Teeth grit, he swallows dryly.]
Okay. [He repeats it like hes trying to convince himself of that, but really it doesn't work. He peels himself back off the wall vertebrae by vertebrae.]
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Okay.
[It's not okay and everything about him, from the way his tone's gotten even flatter and his shoulders have gotten even stiffer plainly state the opposite. Frankly, he'd have more of a clue of how to feel if Pidge had just literally set him on fire, but the way things are now, he feels pulled in a hundred different directions with no clear path to catharsis. He'd yell, but the people he wants to yell at are inaccessible. He'd punch the wall, but he'd only end up hurting himself.
It's the kind of helpless anger he remembers feeling towards everyone and everything while watching them lower his father's coffin into the ground. Teeth grit, he swallows dryly.]
Okay. [He repeats it like hes trying to convince himself of that, but really it doesn't work. He peels himself back off the wall vertebrae by vertebrae.]