[ He turns down one of the halls, footsteps quiet despite the weight of the armor he's wearing; he's had to get used to being quiet while dressed like this, not wanting to wake anyone when he's up at odd hours but not quite willing to be in plain clothes in case something happens. Maybe eventually, but not while things as they are. At least Matt doesn't ask him about it, Shiro supposes.
Another turn and he glances at Matt, a little sheepish, a little wry. ]
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Another turn and he glances at Matt, a little sheepish, a little wry. ]
Were you?