"Oh Thank Quiznak-" His Tone Dropped, Frantically He Was Looking Around At The Fighters He Was Trying

"Oh thank quiznak-" his tone dropped, frantically he was looking around at the fighters he was trying to hold off. "We've got fighters, no cruiser in sight- but there's too many for just me!" His voice cut in and out of the comms link, the connection seeming a bit scrambled. "Please, Shiro! I need your help!"

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Commander Shirogane nodded along as he listened, carefully sitting down on the side of the spare bed in the room. He was polite, only offering interjections when pauses were had, and only the quiet "mm" to show he was listening.

After Alexis had finished talking, Shiro stood again and offered his hand out to her, the mechanical appendage whirring and humming in harmony with the florescent lights of the room.

"I understand where you're coming from, Ale- Lieutenant. Please, join me for dinner? It'll be good for you to get some food in your system before turning in for the night, if that was your plan."

Keith was pretty quiet during the walk to the canteen, not responding very quickly to the question. His eyes seemed glazed over, thoughts racing every direction but this one. "I think I might train, like usual...depends on where my head's at after some 'food', though." The implied air quotes around food came with a slight laugh, a rumble in his throat.

"You're welcome to join me, if you want," he offered, idly grabbing a tray of the strange green goo they all ate. It was still steaming hot from whenever Hunk had cooked it. "I'd love to see that arm of yours in action without the threat of actually dying."

Keith nearly choked, his mind flooding with implications and ideas of what that could mean. He'd had some sort of schoolyard crush on Shiro back at the Garrison, but now was different. They were getting to know one another on personal levels, they were working together as a team, they were practically living together. His mind kept spiraling down the rabbit hole of thoughts that rushed forward as he tried to eat the barely passable food.

"Good," Keith quipped, a smile ghosting across his face for a brief moment. "Don't think I'm going to go easy on you, either." The dark haired paladin rolled his shoulders back, satisfied with the low, dull cracks and clicks that came from them. Finishing what he could of the goo he'd been all but picking at, he excused himself and went to wash up.

There was a faint laugh, a genuinely happy sound that radiated somewhere deep in Shiro's chest. He ate slowly, though just as ravenously, mindful of the separation between his arm and his body when it came to movement. He still wasn't quite used to the new prosthetic.

"Of course," he nodded, holding out a napkin to Keith. "I'll put some stuff outside your door for whenever you're ready, okay?"