[ one moment keith is there and in the next, he’s -- not. shiro’s been wading through the ramifications of emotional whiplash for a good half hour, but up until now, it hasn’t hit quite as hard. here, he inwardly stumbles, the way his brain locks up on a resounding huh physically taking a toll on him. face blanking, hand freezing -- he stands stock still for one, two and then he blinks hard, putting every bit of brainpower into rationalizing how the fuck keith winded up in the sink.
in the end, all he gets is a simple: that’s not right. he shouldn’t be there.
and then his mind jumpstarts on the logical solution. get him out. ]
Hey -- here.
[ palms skirt around; over thighs, around hips and down, under to cup the seat of keith’s ass. somewhere, deep in the part of his mind not fumbling through weighted, foggy thoughts, he realizes there’s something very off about touching keith so casually but currently, he’s more concerned with how off not having keith against him is, so if he has to physically haul him by his cheeks, to bring him back up and press their pelvises flush together? then so be it.
except, he doesn’t drag keith back to his earlier spot. he picks him up, hugs him in and then steps back, setting keith down to stand in front of the counter instead. he’s still very much in keith’s space and one hand stays, pushing with a touch more force to maneuver keith along as shiro turns them both toward the shower stall, all the while tucking keith into his side. ]
We can take a shower.
[ as in together. obviously, that’s what keith meant, right? ]
i'm having nightmares of shiho becoming a chippendale dancer at a seedy underground club.
in the end, all he gets is a simple: that’s not right. he shouldn’t be there.
and then his mind jumpstarts on the logical solution. get him out. ]
Hey -- here.
[ palms skirt around; over thighs, around hips and down, under to cup the seat of keith’s ass. somewhere, deep in the part of his mind not fumbling through weighted, foggy thoughts, he realizes there’s something very off about touching keith so casually but currently, he’s more concerned with how off not having keith against him is, so if he has to physically haul him by his cheeks, to bring him back up and press their pelvises flush together? then so be it.
except, he doesn’t drag keith back to his earlier spot. he picks him up, hugs him in and then steps back, setting keith down to stand in front of the counter instead. he’s still very much in keith’s space and one hand stays, pushing with a touch more force to maneuver keith along as shiro turns them both toward the shower stall, all the while tucking keith into his side. ]
We can take a shower.
[ as in together. obviously, that’s what keith meant, right? ]