[He likes Thursday. He likes the routine of it, alternating whose place they go back to at night. It keeps him calm. Keeps Keith from getting too anxious. It's good for him.
Going back to his place meant they have to drive. It's been a long ass day, and the thought of sitting stuck in traffic isn't what he'd call a romantic night. Not in this weather, anyway. But the sound of the radio fizzling in with a call makes his skin crawl. He looks to Shiro when they cut off, opens his mouth to answer, but then the second call comes in.
Keith stays watching the radio, hands on the wheel.]
...Maybe there'll be another.
[He should want to help people. It's why he joined the force when they got back. But he sort of, selfishly, wants to keep this night with Shiro.]
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Going back to his place meant they have to drive. It's been a long ass day, and the thought of sitting stuck in traffic isn't what he'd call a romantic night. Not in this weather, anyway. But the sound of the radio fizzling in with a call makes his skin crawl. He looks to Shiro when they cut off, opens his mouth to answer, but then the second call comes in.
Keith stays watching the radio, hands on the wheel.]
...Maybe there'll be another.
[He should want to help people. It's why he joined the force when they got back. But he sort of, selfishly, wants to keep this night with Shiro.]