[ keith knows he's messed up. the fracturing of shiro's expression is hard to watch, and once again has to wonder if he's doing the right thing by keeping the truth of what's happened to shiro in his reality away from thie shiro beside him. after all, they might not even be from the same reality so who's to say that this shiro's fate is already carved in stone?

but no. there's no point in torturing shiro with possibility when he's already dealing with enough as it is just by existing in yet another alien prison. unless shiro puts him in the position of having to tell the truth, keith won't because ....

because i love you?

he goes a little pink with the thought, and warmer still as shiro pulls the long sleeved shirt up over his head to expose his sculpted chest and arms. despite what shiro says about people staring like they're trying to figure him out, keith privately thinks they're just staring because he's so gorgeous to look at. he nods at the hesitant look, then carefully scoots under the covers as well, head resting on a downy pillow. ]

Honestly? This whole thing right now feels a little like a dream.

[ he laughs soft and shy, rolling onto his side to face shiro. instinctively, he starts lifting his hand then pauses. ]

Heh. I don't know where you'd be most comfortable with me putting my hand. I think I'm overthinking.