"Don't talk about it like that. You don't understand." That's the firmest Shiro's sounded in a while. Enough so that he almost sounds like himself again.
"The Black Lion wants a strong leader for a pilot. Someone who--who doesn't do this."
He gestures to himself, moping around in bed all day at a time when arguably his team needs him the most.
[At some point, whether it's during the Flower Festival or after it, Alice takes the time to present one of the many white flowers to Shiro - a garden rose to be precise. She admits as she does so with some awkward sheepishness:]
Allura reminded me... not that I wouldn't without prompting! If I remembered! I just...
[Aha, well. She's just no good at this, any of it. It's not for the first time she feels somewhat sorry about that.]
Yeah, no, Kevin just isn't all that impressed by this lion and he's going to be sarcastic. Sorry, bro.
"Look, war doesn't give you the luxury of having a proper sulk, I understand that. Even so, didn't somebody tell me that whoever's in Red is supposed to be your 'right-hand man'? If that's how things are supposed to be, Black isn't going to mind if Keith or Lance or whoever is obliged to kick you about the bum to get you back into shape from time to time. Since that's the case...maybe you ought to open that door and let the kids snuggle up on you a bit, hmm?"
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