[ Shiro shouldn't take it personally, but at first, he almost does. It's such a sharp, dismissive statement that he really doesn't know what to do with it because things were always different with Keith. They understood each other and Shiro was able to weather moments like this because they were fewer and further between than with other people and Keith.

Trying to kill someone really puts a dampener on that, he supposes. ]

Alright.

[ It's not, but there's nothing else he can say; he isn't going to argue. Keith hauls himself up and Shiro waits until he settles as comfortably as he can before inching over, touching their shoulders together gingerly. His other arm aches, which is absurd because there's nothing there to hurt, but somehow with that sliced metal and wiring, it's like his body finally picked up that it wasn't there any longer and was making up for lost time.

They're certainly a pair, grunting and moving gingerly like old men. Shiro leans back against the headboard delicately and settles his hand in his lap, glancing over at the joke with a faint twist to his lips. ]

Is this a hotel on Earth, or just...one on a planet that really managed the 'weird hotel in the middle of nowhere' look?