[ it's where he belongs, huh? it's a sentiment keith held close back in the garrison days when going off base to go ride hoverbikes with shiro was practically routine, but since kerberos and the space war his place has always fit into some bigger picture. a paladin of voltron, a mission partner for non-steak ventures. though he's never felt that their friendship is contingent on any externalities, it's sweet all the same to bask in hearing the words and knowing that his presence there makes his best friend happy as well. he smiles, expression soft as he stares up at his best friend's face. ]

I like how you fit in my arms.

[ a statement that surely any passerby would find hysterical considering shiro absolutely does not look like he should fit draped over keith's more slender frame. the humor, however, is completely lost on keith who is just a little giddy on the tentative success of their outing. ]

But I don't think I can carry you back the whole way like this without bumping into more things. [ which is true enough, but somehow a little easier to own up to than the burn of his arms. ] What if I carried you on my back instead?