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Keith shut the door to the Garrison faculty break room harder than he had consciously intended. He let out a strained breath that Shiro had long since learned meant he was trying and failing to control his frustration. Keith took a seat next to his brother, placing his face in his right hand pinching the bridge of his nose. His left rested clenched into a fist on the table.
“What’s got you frustrated?” Shiro asked, looking up from his book.
“This kid I’m mentoring,” Keith began, “I can’t get him to get his head on straight. It’s like every time I turn around he’s gotten himself into more trouble and I’m stuck trying to smooth things over with Ivers-“ He paused as he looked up to see Shiro staring at him intently, eyebrow cocked. “Okay, yeah, I hear myself. Taste of my own medicine I guess.”
Shiro took a sip of his coffee, chuckling. “Yes, yes it is.”