PATIENCE / FOCUS

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     There’s a scuffling on the inside, what sounds like a myriad of papers fluttering to the floor, a louder thump, a curse, and frantic papers crumpling beneath metal digits not yet accustomed to picking them up off of the floor. When the door finally slides open, the scattered stack in obvious disarray is teetering dangerously to one side of his desk and he is in sweats and a black tank top.

     “Keith! Yeah, come in. Its…what time is it?” Was everyone asleep? Should he have been in bed hours ago? There’s not an ounce of tiredness in his eyes as he steps aside, sorts out the leaning tower of documents, and motions towards the bed which looks like it hasn’t been touched since he made it this morning.

     “Something on your mind?”

It’s nearly comical, the sound of Shiro making a MESS on the other side of the door.  Keith can’t help but SMILE.  He’s still smiling when Shiro opens the door, still smiling when he steps into the room -- everything about Shiro makes it easier to smile.  

“ Almost 0300 hours. “ 3 am.  His smile is fond but admonishing, making himself comfortable in the bed that’s offered to him with a soft THWUMP as he plops down. 

It’s late.  Really, really late -- way too late to be coming up and bothering Shiro -- he still knocks, though, even as he berates himself for needing to come to him.  He can hear Shiro moving on the other side of the door.  ( He’s not surprised that Shiro wasn’t sleeping -- it’s late, but they share that much in common ... little sleep. ) 

NAME :  Keith Kogane THEIR PROFESSION : Black Paladin / Leader of Voltron / Blade of Marmora Agent WHERE THEY CAN BE FOUND :  Training Deck, With the Lions, the Roof at Night FAVOURITE FOOD TYPE : --  FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK :  Whiskey FAVOURITE TRAIT :  Loyalty WHERE THEY WOULD GO ON A DATE :  star gazing IDEAL GIFT :  knife, probably  WHEN WILL THEY DRINK ALCOHOL :  anytime he can get away with it  HOW MANY DATES UNTIL THEY GO TO BED :  one, if he likes you 

He’s grateful for the company despite figuring no one would be looking on garrison rooftops for anyone let alone him. It wasn’t his preferred spot, but he still refused to see if Black would let him in too afraid she wouldn’t and he would lose that part of his life for good.

“Thanks.” It’s a lame response, but his brain feels slow. Tongue heavy like it’s going to choke him. “I never actually thought we’d be back. Either time. Figured I’d die in the arena or-okay, yeah I did die in space, but I never figured I’d come back and we’d actually return to Earth.” Shiro can’t call it home because it’s not. Hasn’t been for a while. There had been no one waiting for him upon their arrival. A small part of him hadn’t wanted to see the blue green planet again. “I was hoping we’d catch a break, but you know guess not. We’re-you’re the paladins of voltron. No paid vacation.”

He doesn’t tell Shiro about spending the better part of an HOUR looking -- or that when he’d left for Kerberos, Keith had favored this roof.  The closest he could get to Shiro ... and then when he was gone ... well, Keith revolts against that memory.  Shiro isn’t GONE now.  There’s a patience for Shiro that Keith doesn’t really have for anyone else -- even given that PATIENCE has been a learned thing, in the past years he spent secluded on a whale outside the natural flow of time ... 

“ ... I wasn’t worried about coming back to earth. “  He admits, slowly.  “ I didn’t really care about it ... everyone I loved was already in space anyway. “

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deep breath in.    If Shiro wants to be alone, that’s fine, all he has to do is ask ... but Keith remembers being alone.  Sometimes, he remembers it with a startling clarity.  The last thing he wants is for Shiro to feel ALONE.  He drops down beside him, drapes one leg off the edge of the roof and pulls the other up to his chest.