[ they did find each other, didn’t they? kind of poetic, how they managed to be there, at the exact moment they each needed a helping hand extended out to them. fuzzy-brained and riding high on the accumulation of delight found in this moment, shiro doesn’t talk himself down from his role in keith’s life. usually, he’s quick to minimize this supposed integral role. he helped keith onto a path of success and ultimately, paved the way so it was a bit easier to navigate, but shiro’s always believed keith capable of finding his own way. if anything, perhaps shiro sabotaged keith in the end, by unintentionally inserting himself too closely into the folds of keith’s daily life at the garrison. if he had left keith more to his own devices, perhaps he wouldn’t have become so attached to him and taken kerberos so badly as a result. perhaps he wouldn’t have gotten the boot from the program and found himself alone in a desolate nowhere.
so maybe keith caring so deeply for shiro isn’t something to be celebrated.
that’s a possibility to be debated later, when he’s void of drink and confined in the dark of his bedroom, waiting for dawn to crest as he stares up at his ceiling. at present, shiro is safe from any thought that delves too deep and so, he smiles into keith’s shoulder, breathing out a heh.
does this count as hiding? he grins and tilts his head, not wanting to dislodge keith from breathing close, but also wanting to peek one eye up at him. his fingers curl closer to keith’s nape, gently playing with the flared ends of his hair and – there, okay, he turns his face more, eyes soft and voice earnest. ]
That spot is exclusively yours. [ his right side. his left side. both. any. he’s taking it too literally; he just knows he wants keith forever close. ] It’s where you belong.
[ the look holds, with him staring sweet and hopeful at keith for a long tick, and then there’s another heh, smile curling wider on an upwelling of amusement. ] But I like you at my front too. [ like this, though, he supposes he’s been flush against and wrapped around keith in other scenarios too. ] Never thought I’d like being carried but – this is nice.
[ shiro is, unfortunately, inattentive to the strain he is putting on keith’s arms. ]
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so maybe keith caring so deeply for shiro isn’t something to be celebrated.
that’s a possibility to be debated later, when he’s void of drink and confined in the dark of his bedroom, waiting for dawn to crest as he stares up at his ceiling. at present, shiro is safe from any thought that delves too deep and so, he smiles into keith’s shoulder, breathing out a heh.
does this count as hiding? he grins and tilts his head, not wanting to dislodge keith from breathing close, but also wanting to peek one eye up at him. his fingers curl closer to keith’s nape, gently playing with the flared ends of his hair and – there, okay, he turns his face more, eyes soft and voice earnest. ]
That spot is exclusively yours. [ his right side. his left side. both. any. he’s taking it too literally; he just knows he wants keith forever close. ] It’s where you belong.
[ the look holds, with him staring sweet and hopeful at keith for a long tick, and then there’s another heh, smile curling wider on an upwelling of amusement. ] But I like you at my front too. [ like this, though, he supposes he’s been flush against and wrapped around keith in other scenarios too. ] Never thought I’d like being carried but – this is nice.
[ shiro is, unfortunately, inattentive to the strain he is putting on keith’s arms. ]