I'm betting he ran out of the house. [Shiro smooths his hand up Keith's arm to his shoulder. He kneads his fingers into the tense muscle and brings his other hand up to mirror it on the other side.]

Let him think he got away with it.

[He has a lot of good industrial glue to purchase and to run back over his ideas. All in all, Lance will get a fancy chandelier. Of his own shoes. He lowers his voice, leaning forward enough to speak into Keith's ear.]

Give it a few days. Then we'll both get him.