[ he's out of arguments for this!! he settles instead for rolling his face into shiro's shoulder, stiffly, briefly, planting all his grumbling there as he settles in for the night.
forget this dumb staring contest. he's sleeping!! ]
[ it's a comfortable fit. keith is warm in his arms, and the feeling is surreal, if not a little melancholy, tinged blue whenever he opens his eyes to the sight of keith's hair rustling beneath his next exhale. the proximity doesn't surprise him at all -- if anything, there's a part of him that wonders why they haven't done this sooner.
but he squeezes in the end. keith is solid, comforting, and more real to him than any phantom limb he's given back. it's a little unfair. he didn't have the opportunity to miss this before. ]
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[ nagging doesn't take precedence here: he has to have faith in shiro's judgment. after all, he came back. ]
Just remember we've got an early morning.
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best not to tell keith that. ]
You can roll me out of bed if I'm not up in time.
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forget this dumb staring contest. he's sleeping!! ]
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but he squeezes in the end. keith is solid, comforting, and more real to him than any phantom limb he's given back. it's a little unfair. he didn't have the opportunity to miss this before. ]
Sweet dreams, Keith.