[ keith doesn't know what to think really. the confirmation that shiro has others doesn't come as any surprise -- not after that network post with toji and the one that followed it with questions about anal. quite plausibly, it's hypocritical and irrational to feel relieved to know that this tenderness isn't something shiro freely gives away to anyone he sleeps with, but there's a slow warmth radiating outwards from his chest at the thought.

keith shifts in shiro's arms, turning enough to make eye contact. it's entirely selfish, greedy even, to want intimacy with shiro that's only between them. arguably, it's not even feasible with the aphro that floods every crevice of this stupid place. moreover, keith isn't sure what he'd even write back to anonymous if the guy ever expressed interest in actually getting to know each other.

keith opens his mouth before having any idea of what he wants to say. words always get tangled and stuck at the worst of times, it seems. he breathes in, out, not looking away from shiro's face. ]

I think... hearing that makes me happy? I guess I just don't know what it means to ... be here and have those feelings, knowing you have other people you like being physical with too. [ a beat, then he swallows. ] ... and the same for me? I guess.