[ shiro’s answer is a huffed laugh, grin unhurried, yet growing wider, bit by bit, as the distance dwindles between them. there’s a first time for everything; it’s that kind of day. first porno, first time running from a job, first reverse trust exercise, first – no. keith sharing a bed with shiro isn’t new.

they’ve found themselves in bed together once, twice now? keith sitting next to him hardly counts, but it could be the start of a third. thinking along those lines has shiro warming. the feeling is exasperated into a full-fledged laugh by the end of keith’s teasing, whatever nervousness there could have been suddenly quiet and missing. shiro’s clear-minded; empty of second-guessing and full of honesty, all of it leading to him swaying to the side, knocking his shoulder to keith’s. ]

I was gonna ask you to consider staying over.

[ all out in one go. it’s easier this way: serious, yet not. he has that same flippant, airy tilt to his voice, though, his lapses in the following lull and the next part is, suddenly, not carrying the same teasing. ]

Last time was nice, so I thought, you know… why not get us an actual bed?

[ his expression goes soft, edging closer to shy, and it holds through to the next blink, whereas everything then shifts as he turns his eyes away and tilts his chin up, just so, for a play of haughtiness. ]

Buuuuut you’re right. My old timer back is a fragile thing. I’m gonna need this entire bed to stretch out and find a comfortable position in.