[There's an abortive folding of his arms that he segues into a shrug.]

Well-- popsicles, usually. [Which he doubts he's going to find in the cold storage unit in the kitchen. With a small, sideways smile.] My granddad always tried to get me to drink tea, but-- I never really was much for it.

[But he'd passed on shortly before Shiro met Keith, not that he's ever said as much. They were both alone. Maybe that was what had drawn Shiro in initially, but what kept him-- what kept him was looking past the defenses of a kid who was hurting and seeing how bright he could be. Keith doesn't see it. Is a star ever aware of its shine? Doubtful. But it lights the universe just the same.]

I probably should have listened better back then.