[ breaks the universe, heh, maybe. which universe though? this one? or the one they actually know? at the very least, shiro’s own, personal universe would feel a little broken if a falling out stuck between them. he laughs though, because it’s less painful to play it off like a joke, like it doesn’t actually sting to consider what being shut out by his best friend would feel like. it’s easier to forget it entirely when, in the next moment, keith settles into their patented hug.
the movements are second nature and it all goes smoothly, with shiro winding his free arm around keith. this time, he doesn’t have the armor to contend with and boy, what a difference it makes. keith tucks in with ease and shiro’s struck amazed by how nice it feels. it always feels nice; this isn’t the first time they’ve done it out of the armor either. there’s nothing particularly different about it, and yet, it seems – better…? like they fit more together.
that’s sappy, huh?
either way, it’s nice and it’s good and as such, shiro is reluctant to relax the bend of his arm. keith doesn’t seem to be in much of a rush to follow their usual protocol either. both curious and encouraged by this, shiro continues to hold keith in and soon, he loses track of how long they stand there, holding and leaning into each other. unfortunately, nothing lasts forever. after so much time, inevitably, finally, shiro remembers really bad day and decides it’s time to move this along to hopefully accomplish what he came here to do: ensure keith takes care of himself.
with that in mind, the bend relaxes, though the hand doesn’t leave keith. he slides his arm down to rest mid-torso on keith’s side and he pulls back, just enough to get a look at keith’s face. ]
So, now that we have that straightened out…
[ tentatively, he smiles a wider, more encouraging smile. ]
How about you skip the walk and tuck in for the night? [ half expecting keith to say no, he hardly pauses for breath, tacking on a hasty: ] Like you said, it’s been a rough day. Sleep will do you good.
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the movements are second nature and it all goes smoothly, with shiro winding his free arm around keith. this time, he doesn’t have the armor to contend with and boy, what a difference it makes. keith tucks in with ease and shiro’s struck amazed by how nice it feels. it always feels nice; this isn’t the first time they’ve done it out of the armor either. there’s nothing particularly different about it, and yet, it seems – better…? like they fit more together.
that’s sappy, huh?
either way, it’s nice and it’s good and as such, shiro is reluctant to relax the bend of his arm. keith doesn’t seem to be in much of a rush to follow their usual protocol either. both curious and encouraged by this, shiro continues to hold keith in and soon, he loses track of how long they stand there, holding and leaning into each other. unfortunately, nothing lasts forever. after so much time, inevitably, finally, shiro remembers really bad day and decides it’s time to move this along to hopefully accomplish what he came here to do: ensure keith takes care of himself.
with that in mind, the bend relaxes, though the hand doesn’t leave keith. he slides his arm down to rest mid-torso on keith’s side and he pulls back, just enough to get a look at keith’s face. ]
So, now that we have that straightened out…
[ tentatively, he smiles a wider, more encouraging smile. ]
How about you skip the walk and tuck in for the night? [ half expecting keith to say no, he hardly pauses for breath, tacking on a hasty: ] Like you said, it’s been a rough day. Sleep will do you good.