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[The video was brief, kind of like that moment when you activated the camera on your phone and forgot it was in selfie mode. The omni shook and rotated, leaving the viewer with a dizzying array of scenery that was kind of blurry and hard to make out. It was dark, though, like the person broadcasting was in a closed room with no lights on.

As the video shifted, glimpses of a person could be seen. A hand... the fingernails-turned-claws bitten down short as if trying to cover the transformation... a burn scar on the right side of a face... dark, almost black, hair with a purple tint, long-ish, shaggy looking, a thin white streak with a extremely slight violet hue to it near the left temple... pale skin... deep cobalt eyes that looked exhausted with dark tired bruises underneath from lack of sleep...]

Shit-...

[And the video was gone. It was just voice now, Keith's voice, but raspier than usual, worn sounding, loaded with regret and guilt and just... sad.]

I um... [He was hesitant. Unsure.] I wanted to... apologize. [His tone faltered, like he was searching for words, having trouble forming them and getting them out.] I... I did a lot of stuff last month. Just um... Yeah. The Reckoning took care of it.

But... if you still want... you know. Fine. I understand. I won't stop you.

[And then the feed shut off.]

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Hah. [Shiro reaches over with his free hand, and drags a knuckle through Keith's hair. Improvised noogie.] You mean you're not glad I'm part squid with you now?

[He gets it, though. He really does. He remembers being in Deerington alone. He remembers waking up here, alone. The isolation was painful, after so long working with a team, working with people who were family. And it helps, having familiar faces nearby when things fall apart.]

[Like right now.]

[Keith reached up and pushed that hand away, though the resistance wasn't exactly strong enough to be completely serious. And he actually did chuckle just a bit.]

As if. I don't like being part squid myself. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. [Man, had that been weird. His memories of it were still a little bit fuzzy, but, what he did remember? Was just honestly bizarre.

But, in all seriousness, he was just going to soak up whatever support he was getting right now. Leaning against Shiro like this was really helpful.]

I appreciate this. [He was gradually starting to feel better, at least. It wasn't going to be something easily let go of, but, for now, this was good.]

Yeah. Kind of ruins calamari, huh?

[He puts up a token resistance to Keith's hand pushing his away, too. Almost going for another muss of Keith's hair before relenting, and dropping his hand, actually grinning this time.]

[Squid Time was ... weird. There's no other word for it. Best to try and put it out of your head, really.]

What am I good for, if not coming to the rescue, hm?

Uuugh. [Oh, that thought just... oof. Definitely ruined calamari.

Keith pulled his head back a little from the teasing threat of a second hair tussle before leaning back in again when Shiro put his hand down.]

You're good at being the annoying big brother.

[And that was followed by a small smirk. Yeah. With his support, Keith was going to be okay... for now. Honestly, he'd really only held it together as long as he did because he'd been worried after hearing about Shiro's beasthood thing. He'd felt like he had to be strong for Shiro. Funny how that whole brother thing worked, huh?]

[This is a lot better. So much better than when he'd first walked in. Or even first responded. This sounds so much more like Keith. Doesn't mean it's fixed - Shiro knows that better than anyone. He doesn't expect to fix the big, overhanging problem with one conversation.]

[... and he's still determined to intervene, if anyone tries to take their frustration out on Keith.]

Good to know I didn't lose my touch.

[Keith nodded against Shiro's shoulder.]

I don't know if you could. It seems so ingrained for you to be the Dad Friend.

You joke, but - there have been a couple people here who didn't even bother with the 'friend' part.

[Meaning, they'd just called him "dad".]

[That actually got a chuckle out of Keith.]

That really doesn't surprise me.

[Keith took a deep breath, letting it out in a more relaxed huff before closing his eyes. He shifted a bit, just to settle in better against Shiro's shoulder. Kosmo naturally adjusted again, staying close and pressed against Keith on the other side.]

So you won't be surprised if you have a couple nieces and nephews out there?

[Laughing is good, no matter how quiet it might be. The slight relaxing he's feeling is also good. So he'll just... keep talking. To help.]

There's a reason I work at the orphanage, you know. Keeps me from actually taking them all home.

And yet you're basically admitting that you already have at least a few, huh?

[Keith definitely sounded amused, though.

It was nice. The easy conversation between them was helping to get his head into a steadier place. He was grateful.]

But, no... I'm not surprised at all. I think, if you'd been older when we met, that would have been more of the case for us, too. That's okay, though. I like having you as a brother.

Yeah. Mostly boys - not sure how that happened. Will, and Eddie. If they wash back up here... you'll have to meet them.

[It's not a pleasant thing to talk about, but, he'll make it light, for Keith's sake right now.]

You don't think I was old when we met? Old and creaky?

[Keith nodded.] Yeah. That would be cool.

[And, yeah, he'd leave it at that. It was easier. But he chuckled a little at the 'old' thing.]

I did at the time, yeah. Old timer. [He chuckled a little.] But now? I'm the same age now that you were when we met. I don't think I'm an old timer. You still are, but I'm not.

My hair was even normal at the time, ouch.

[Instead of grey, or, you know, like it's gone and done now.]

Yeah, well. I am basically thirty. May as well be dead in the ground.

Yeah, but I was like, what? Thirteen? Everyone old enough to be out of school is old to a thirteen-year-old. [Keith snorted a bit.] Mine's not normal anymore, though. [He reached up to his left temple, pulling forward the section with the white streak. Though, it looked almost lavender. Then again, most of Keith's hair had started taking on something of a subtle purple tint to it at this point.

But the tone had changed when he said that. He went kind of still, staring for a moment at the strands he'd pulled into his sightline, then shuddered a little at Shiro's comment about being dead. He shook his head sharply, releasing his hold on his hair.]

No. [His breath started to get a bit faster.] No. [He pressed his hands against his face.] I can't... I can't do that again.

Ouch. Just ouch, man. [He tilts his head slightly, trying to see what Keith's looking at. And... yeah. There's something more there than the usual black, there. Aside from the obvious white.] You want to see if we can do anything about it?

[Though maybe squid-ink dye wouldn't... be the best thing ever...]

[Except the humor in his tone dies instantly, and his grip tightens.] Hey. Hey, easy. It's okay - focus for me. All right?

[He shook his head. Keith honestly didn't really care about the color anymore. Purple, white, black, whatever. What had set him off was the comment about Shiro being dead, and it just... hit a bad nerve. Too much death. Too much loss. He couldn't do that again. He sniffled hard as he felt himself starting to tremble a little.

Focus. Right. Focus on what? He couldn't get the thought of everyone around him dying out of his head. That was what he was focusing on. And it was just sending his anxiety through the roof. He tried to get his breathing to settle back down, at least. He didn't want to hyperventilate, but he felt like he was losing control.

He clung tightly to Shiro's arm where it was wrapped around him, trying to use that physical touch to ground himself.

Shiro was here. He was with him. He was alive. He wasn't missing. Keith wasn't alone. He had to just focus on that...]

You're here. You're here... [He was whispering.] You're okay...

I'm okay.

[He tightens his grip. Since that seems like it's important right now. Okay - don't bring that up. Not that Shiro really wants to think about it, either. But that's a subject for a different day and time. A different situation.]

[He hesitates, before speaking again.]

Focus with me. What's the name of the North Star? [That's one option. Reciting stars. Constellations. The order of the planets in the solar system. Heck, he'd even used the routine of preflight checks to yank himself out of the memories. A squeeze of his arms.] Remember it?

[It's worked before. Maybe it'll help Keith right now.]

[Keith was just trying to breathe as Shiro affirmed that he was okay, holding him tightly. There was a moment as he practically panted, shaking in Shiro's hold. His chest started to hurt.

And then-...]

What?

[The question caught him off guard, and his voice squeaked a little in surprise as he responded. Who didn't know the name of the North Star? Keith was pretty sure that was way outside the scope of their conversation at the moment.]

Shiro... what are you...? [He was confused, and his brain scrambled to catch up, to switch gears... pushing through and away the triggers of death and loss and back to simple things like star names.] Y-yeah... I... I remember it. Of course, I remember it.

[He didn't get what Shiro was trying to do, but it was having something of the desired effect of redirecting Keith's thoughts away from the trigger and towards something safer.]

[There it is.]

[That's what he was looking for. That sudden derailment of thoughts. Stopping the spiral right in its tracks. Exactly what the question was meant to do.]

What is it?

[He has a whole bunch of these kinds of questions saved up. And will be keeping the pressure of his arm around Keith's shoulders while they talk. See? Everything is fine. We're talking about normal, safe things here.]

Tell me.

[Keith actually did struggle for a moment, not because he didn't remember, but because his head was still recalculating from that sudden and unplanned change in direction. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.]

It's-It's Polaris... [Getting him to talk, though, wasn't just moving his head into a different subject area, but it was making him try to force himself into more normal breathing in order to be able to get the words out... a convenient side effect.]

Why are you...? [Though, he was definitely confused.] Why are you asking me that?

Good. Good job. How about the Great and Little Bears? Remember those?

[Keith already talking himself through one question is a good start. An encouragement. Enough for Shiro to decide to forge on with the next one.]

[The breathing, the speaking. They're all very good signs.]

Just trust me. Focus on the questions for now. Just think about the answers.

[They can talk about the whys once he's sure Keith isn't going to start spiraling again.]

Mm-hm... [Though, he was still pretty focused on his breathing, because that was the technique he was more familiar with, even if it wasn't really working great at the moment.]

O-kay...

Um, they're... they're a couple of names. The Dippers. Big and Little. Or Ursa Minor... and Major.

[He sniffled a bit, still shaking, but he squeezed his eyes shut again, deciding it was too much to deal with the visuals of where they were right now... just focusing on Shiro's voice instead.]

Good job. You got them all.

[He's got a whole bunch of questions here, bud. He will talk you through them until you come out of this.]

What's KBO stand for? Remember that one?

[One of the few times Shiro's space nerdery comes in handy.]

K... [Okay, so this one Keith had trouble with. But, it was good to ask him a challenging question, because that pushed his mind further from the trauma faster.] An object... in the... the belt... the... second one. Further out. By uh... Neptune.

[He couldn't remember the K. Why couldn't he remember the K?]

Kuiper Belt. Good job. That one always gave you trouble.

[No problem, buddy, there's fondness in the words. And pride, as usual.]

Remember how many of them we've identified? And which planet got grouped into them?

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