[Days pass blurred together into one long, miserable consciousness and nights of barely stitched hours of rest aren't nearly enough. Microsleeps plague their briefings and training alike, but those seem minor in comparison to today's mission. He fell asleep at the wheel, couldn't get his head focused on Voltron and nearly got the others killed, nevermind that Red dropped straight out of the sky. His lion needed repairs, his teammates were pissed, and the encroaching shame claws onto his shoulders.
This was his fault.
If he weren't so weak, he'd be sleeping like a baby at night like the others, but he isn't--- can't.
Maybe... maybe he can't just 'get used to it.' Maybe he won't ever get used to it.
He doesn't hear Shiro behind him, doesn't realize he isn't alone in the hallway until a hand connects with his shoulder. Instinct and training kick in, but the exhaustion slows him down terribly. What may have been a punch is only half-complete as Keith blinks up at Shiro.
Oh.
Oh.]
It won't happen again. [Like the last time they talked, he's trying to head Shiro off at the pass.]
no subject
This was his fault.
If he weren't so weak, he'd be sleeping like a baby at night like the others, but he isn't--- can't.
Maybe... maybe he can't just 'get used to it.' Maybe he won't ever get used to it.
He doesn't hear Shiro behind him, doesn't realize he isn't alone in the hallway until a hand connects with his shoulder. Instinct and training kick in, but the exhaustion slows him down terribly. What may have been a punch is only half-complete as Keith blinks up at Shiro.
Oh.
Oh.]
It won't happen again. [Like the last time they talked, he's trying to head Shiro off at the pass.]