[ you don't know that. because honestly, how could you know that? and he's sitting there for that split second after keith's clumsy confession, thinking of all the good reasons why he shouldn't indulge in a gut instinct, and looking desperately like he wants to believe himself.
the responsible thing to do, is to take a step back. tell him that by no means should they rush into anything, and that they should ease into it together; that nothing good would come from going into something like this recklessly; that, regardless of the spark, this feeling like he should hang on tightly and never let go (again), they shouldn't do anything that they might look back in regret later.
instead, he's grabbing keith abruptly by his shirt and pulling him back over for a painfully close, wet kiss, his brows drawn together, and his breaths stringing unsteady already. ]
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the responsible thing to do, is to take a step back. tell him that by no means should they rush into anything, and that they should ease into it together; that nothing good would come from going into something like this recklessly; that, regardless of the spark, this feeling like he should hang on tightly and never let go (again), they shouldn't do anything that they might look back in regret later.
instead, he's grabbing keith abruptly by his shirt and pulling him back over for a painfully close, wet kiss, his brows drawn together, and his breaths stringing unsteady already. ]