#TWELVE#

When Adam left, Shiro had stood up. He stood up to stop him but as soon as Adam felt the warm hand on his shoulder– he pushed it off. Showing no guilt as he power-walked away. His heels slamming into the ground as he walked pat everyone.

Shiro, seeing Adam had left, finally let his lip quiver. He then fell to his knees with his hands lose. His arms falling to his sides once again, hands pressed against the floor and he leaned over his knees. He felt sick, physically ill.

Closing his burning eyes, he let out a shaky breath. His lips were dry and there was a thick mound of saliva seemed to block his windpipe. He swallowed and let his shoulders shake.

His chest ached.

Keith started over to Shiro. The paladin ignoring the confused and frightened look from Pidge, and the pale face and watery eyes of Hunk as he headed to his in-anything-but-blood brother. "Shiro." Keith started, but sighed as he knelt down to his level. There was no use in trying to cheer him up yet– it wouldn't work.

Shiro gave Keith a small glance, his teeth biting the inside of his cheek. It hurt.

"W-We're still with you?" Lance stammered questionably, looking at his teammates. They (mainly Pidge and Hunk) plastered smiles on their faces and gave large nods. Shiro shook his head lightly, his knees started to give out a dull pain from being pressed in for too long. His arms quivering as his lips twitched.

A tear slid down his face, ran down his jaw, and then dribbled down Shiro's chin. Keith placed a hand on his spine, fingertips dancing on his back in a relaxing manner.

Even if Keith knew there was nothing he could do at that moment, he gave up following that, after all– he didn't want to just quite trying. His fingertips relaxed on Shiro's back, soon being replaced by his whole palm. Then his arm, wrapping around Shiro's shoulders and pulling him into his body.

Shiro's knees gave out and he fell into Keith. His arms shaking and his whole body sluggishly responding.

"I love you Shiro, we'll fix this."