Shiro watched Keith drawing and leaned closer to the drawings. He sensed that Keith was becoming more and more sad and distant as he drew and Shiro began to realise why. He had been so insensitive. He had been so excited about the idea that he hadn't thought about the real consequences of what he had been implying. And what he had implied was, in part, true - Keith's father had died. He shrank back from the drawings. He knew the feeling of loss very well, he recognised that loneliness that Keith was feeling. He wanted to tell him that he understood and begin to explain why but he could only take Keith's hand and squeeze it tightly. "Keiys.." he murmured softly, wanting to tell him that he wouldn't be lonely, that he would be there for him and that he would help him through it all. He could only hope that his eyes and his touch told him so.

Shiro turned slowly from Keith, hearing a sharp song on the wind. He recognised the call of Zarkon's men and slowly his face fell. His heart sank and he gripped tighter onto Keith's hands. He had to go, leave this poor broken soul behind him to wait and wonder. Shiro was terribly afraid. He didn't want to lose and he didn't want to leave Keith. He felt an instinctive duty to protect him, to look over him and make him smile. He needed to make it back to him so that he could. Shiro looked to Keith again, this time, his eyes were pained. He gripped Keith's hand tightly and gestured to the sea, telling him that he needed to go, even if he really didn't want to.