[ ah. keith may have thrown shiro a curveball by bringing mention of other people into this bed, but shiro certainly butchered his delivery of an answer. shiro hates it when keith goes small and closed off, especially when he knows he’s the cause of that confidence loss.
they’re still wrapped up in each other, so keith letting go of his wrist and turning his face forward shouldn’t feel like a separation, but one, two, shiro’s breath locks up and he gives chase by craning toward keith, face ducking into one of those hunched shoulders, arms squeezing tight. ]
You don’t need to apologize. It’s fine.
[ fine; god, that sounds fake. he huffs into keith’s shoulder and tilts his face up, nose dragging and mouth bumping, briefly, against both skin and strap before he hooks his chin there. he exhales, sighing a soft sound, voice kind. ]
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they’re still wrapped up in each other, so keith letting go of his wrist and turning his face forward shouldn’t feel like a separation, but one, two, shiro’s breath locks up and he gives chase by craning toward keith, face ducking into one of those hunched shoulders, arms squeezing tight. ]
You don’t need to apologize. It’s fine.
[ fine; god, that sounds fake. he huffs into keith’s shoulder and tilts his face up, nose dragging and mouth bumping, briefly, against both skin and strap before he hooks his chin there. he exhales, sighing a soft sound, voice kind. ]
It’s… good to talk about these sorts of things.