keith: shiro, i think there’s something wrong with me.
shiro: what? why? what’s wrong?
keith: i think i have allergies.
keith: yeah, i think i’m allergic… to lance.
shiro: … say what now?
keith: look, every time we’re near each other i feel all warm and sweaty and my face gets all red like i’m getting a fever. but then if he touches me i get chills. whenever he smiles my stomach feels like its flipping over.
shiro: are you serious?
keith: yes!! i don’t know what to do, shiro! do you think this could be a galra thing?
keith: … shiro? shiro? hey! shiro, where are you going? you have to help me! shiro!!!
shiro: *briskly walking away* nope nope nope that is not my job