*walks faux confidently to the lunch table. Puts food tray down without meeting anyone’s eyes, sits in between Linh and Tam before awkwardly picking at his food. Mutters thanks to the two, though he promised himself he would give a much better thank you later for all they had done for him. The conversations come to a halt and silence falls.*
Keith would probably be an emotional sad drunk. He clings to Shiro crying about all the things he's bottled up inside. This always leaves Shiro baffled at the fact that Keith keeps all of this to himself.