[ the optimism is expected. of course keith isn’t going to cut shiro down and say no, he doesn’t believe there’s a victory waiting for them at the end of this. that’s not the part that comforts shiro. it’s the way in which keith frames it: never giving up on each other. the strain around his eyes and his mouth relaxes, the whole of his expression softening from the rush of gratitude, hope, affection.
this close, all it takes is a slight angling of his chin and a puff of exhale for his breath to fan across keith’s bangs. pushing his hand up then, he weaves his fingers into keith’s hair, cupping the back of his skull. ]
Yeah. [ and a softer: ] I remember.
[ he’s smiling, though with the angle, it’s solely for himself. that is until he nudges his face closer and pushes that smile to keith’s forehead. the kiss lands on both skin and hair, but shiro is unbothered by his miscalculated aim, lingering for a solid three beats before pulling back with a soft sound. ]
Thanks, Keith. [ it might be a simple, even inadequate response, but it’s heartfelt. ] It’s easier to believe it… hearing you say it.
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this close, all it takes is a slight angling of his chin and a puff of exhale for his breath to fan across keith’s bangs. pushing his hand up then, he weaves his fingers into keith’s hair, cupping the back of his skull. ]
Yeah. [ and a softer: ] I remember.
[ he’s smiling, though with the angle, it’s solely for himself. that is until he nudges his face closer and pushes that smile to keith’s forehead. the kiss lands on both skin and hair, but shiro is unbothered by his miscalculated aim, lingering for a solid three beats before pulling back with a soft sound. ]
Thanks, Keith. [ it might be a simple, even inadequate response, but it’s heartfelt. ] It’s easier to believe it… hearing you say it.