[ frankly, what does that even mean? you know i’ll always make room for you. okay, to be fair, shiro understands what keith is going for, but the words themselves, in this very specific scenario are… well, it’s edging on hilarity with how bizarre everything has become. shiro is, of course, not laughing, though. mainly because keith rolls over. the blanket is generous in size, thank god, so shiro does not, in fact, get another peek at a possibly frost-bitten nether regions. nonetheless, he is provided a generous vantage point of some bare skin and it’s… just…
it’s been a long time. too long if he’s getting lost, even for a moment, in the ambience of firelight and the crackling of wood. red and orange hues have keith looking warmer and more inviting stretched out there on the couch, and while shiro knows there is absolutely nothing attractive about a near death experience that has led to a necessity for shared body heat, well…
again, it’s been a long time. it doesn’t help that keith is a lot more grown up than the kid shiro left behind on earth. fuck, this is keith, he reminds himself, and promptly shakes himself out of… whatever that lapse in concentration was. ]
Yeah? [ a brief, amused huff. ] Generous of you.
[ … or something. shiro isn’t entirely certain what they’re actually talking about anymore and that’s fine enough, because he’s moving in the next moment. there’s a quickness to his movements that speaks of an awkwardness, as well as a nervousness, that he is trying to hide behind that forced smile of his. for how tactile shiro has been with keith, this is on an entirely separate level, one that he never anticipated reaching. even if it is for wellness and survival, the intimacy of it is nerve wracking.
so he lies down before hesitation can entirely eat away at his resolve to see this through and then he’s getting the edge of the blanket over himself. or trying to, at least. trying because the couch isn’t wide enough to allow shiro to lie on his back, too. ]
I guess I’m a little big.
[ humor marks his voice and the smile becomes a touch more genuine as he, briefly, hangs partially off the cushion's edge. ]
How about we… [ a shift, partially turning toward keith. ] I’ll just… [ now a full turn onto his side, his arm having nowhere to go except across keith, there, underneath the blanket. ] Christ, you’re cold.
[ it’s suddenly so much easier to shuffle in close until their bodies touch, shiro crowding keith into the cushion. ]
You can – you should… [ turn toward him and curl into his chest? so shiro can fully cocoon him into his warmth? the explanation alludes him as he blows out a breath, fingertips light but consistent against keith’s ribs. ] It’s okay, use me to get warm.
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it’s been a long time. too long if he’s getting lost, even for a moment, in the ambience of firelight and the crackling of wood. red and orange hues have keith looking warmer and more inviting stretched out there on the couch, and while shiro knows there is absolutely nothing attractive about a near death experience that has led to a necessity for shared body heat, well…
again, it’s been a long time. it doesn’t help that keith is a lot more grown up than the kid shiro left behind on earth. fuck, this is keith, he reminds himself, and promptly shakes himself out of… whatever that lapse in concentration was. ]
Yeah? [ a brief, amused huff. ] Generous of you.
[ … or something. shiro isn’t entirely certain what they’re actually talking about anymore and that’s fine enough, because he’s moving in the next moment. there’s a quickness to his movements that speaks of an awkwardness, as well as a nervousness, that he is trying to hide behind that forced smile of his. for how tactile shiro has been with keith, this is on an entirely separate level, one that he never anticipated reaching. even if it is for wellness and survival, the intimacy of it is nerve wracking.
so he lies down before hesitation can entirely eat away at his resolve to see this through and then he’s getting the edge of the blanket over himself. or trying to, at least. trying because the couch isn’t wide enough to allow shiro to lie on his back, too. ]
I guess I’m a little big.
[ humor marks his voice and the smile becomes a touch more genuine as he, briefly, hangs partially off the cushion's edge. ]
How about we… [ a shift, partially turning toward keith. ] I’ll just… [ now a full turn onto his side, his arm having nowhere to go except across keith, there, underneath the blanket. ] Christ, you’re cold.
[ it’s suddenly so much easier to shuffle in close until their bodies touch, shiro crowding keith into the cushion. ]
You can – you should… [ turn toward him and curl into his chest? so shiro can fully cocoon him into his warmth? the explanation alludes him as he blows out a breath, fingertips light but consistent against keith’s ribs. ] It’s okay, use me to get warm.