[ the tremor that has keith stuttering on a word is all it takes. shiro’s expression wilts with that doubt. the wide stretch of his smile lessens, but keith gives him a kiss and it stops the fall. shiro’s lips freeze and so, he’s still smiling something small, curious, and concerned, although he’s trying not to give it too much power here, when keith pulls away. he thinks – as he always does when there’s misalignment between them – of everything he’s yet to experience. he feels silly in the aftermath. like he’s been gently chided, as one would a child or someone wholly incapable of understanding. that’s him, he supposes. someone stuck in a past this keith has already lived.
staring up at keith, shiro considers asking, but as always, he shies away from knowing too much and lets the moment go in favor of relaxing into the play of keith’s fingers. he’s had months to ask; he’s not going to spoil this hard won moment by finally sating morbid curiosity. that’s his justification, but there’s more to it too. cowardice. he’s already dealing with a past he can hardly stomach, he doesn’t want to imagine a future that has keith making faces like that. ]
Okay.
[ he strengthens his smile with a little force, giving keith room to shuffle and tug, before he gets himself moving. covers pulled back, pillows properly arranged – shiro gets his legs tucked underneath and then pauses, considering the sleeve of his left arm.
keith’s seen him. keith’s seen all of him. and – i want to keep seeing you. it’s not this; it isn’t so literal. but shiro takes a breath and then pulls at the hem, drawing the long sleeved shirt up and off, tossing it toward the foot of the bed. he gives keith a look that reads something close to is this okay, before he turns his gaze away and shuffles further down, getting his head to the pillow. lying down on his side, he stretches out his legs and points his toes until his ankles give a satisfying pop. he sighs out and closes his eyes, reaching for keith. ]
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staring up at keith, shiro considers asking, but as always, he shies away from knowing too much and lets the moment go in favor of relaxing into the play of keith’s fingers. he’s had months to ask; he’s not going to spoil this hard won moment by finally sating morbid curiosity. that’s his justification, but there’s more to it too. cowardice. he’s already dealing with a past he can hardly stomach, he doesn’t want to imagine a future that has keith making faces like that. ]
Okay.
[ he strengthens his smile with a little force, giving keith room to shuffle and tug, before he gets himself moving. covers pulled back, pillows properly arranged – shiro gets his legs tucked underneath and then pauses, considering the sleeve of his left arm.
keith’s seen him. keith’s seen all of him. and – i want to keep seeing you. it’s not this; it isn’t so literal. but shiro takes a breath and then pulls at the hem, drawing the long sleeved shirt up and off, tossing it toward the foot of the bed. he gives keith a look that reads something close to is this okay, before he turns his gaze away and shuffles further down, getting his head to the pillow. lying down on his side, he stretches out his legs and points his toes until his ankles give a satisfying pop. he sighs out and closes his eyes, reaching for keith. ]
Feels like a dream compared to the cot, huh?