[ boots and socks off, keith gives his toes a wiggle as he listens, still glancing at shiro over his shoulder. honestly, he's relieved at first, but that gives way to a gentle confusion. it's true enough that physical affection between them has stayed relatively innocent when there aren't any outside influences at play, and keith did assume that it had to do with shiro being uncomfortable on some level. hearing that much confirmed is a strange mix of deflating and illuminating, but the explanation gives him something different to puzzle over.

it's kinda funny. at this point, keith isn't sure what shiro could even do to mess up their friendship so badly that they wouldn't recover. then again, this shiro hasn't (and won't) hear about murderous clones. keith turns his face forward after that, head ducked slightly. after all, with the destruction of the castle of lions and the rest of the fallout from lotor's death, it's not like keith's really gotten the chance to pick shiro's brain about the clone incident. he assumes that shiro forgives him for not realizing he'd been replaced, but ... if that's not a mess up of colossal proportion, then what is?

moreover, if this shiro knew the whole truth ... would he really want to be cuddling and kissing uncertain, keith idles, neither getting up to change nor sinking backwards onto the bed. ]

I don't think... [ he pauses, brow pinching as he shuffles up to his feet and looks towards the counter where he's left his boxers. ] ... I don't think you have to worry about htat. No matter what happens, we don't give up on each other, remember?