[ the fact that shiro is a giant dork when he's not trying to play team leader is no secret, but it's a side of his best friend that keith hasn't seen in what feels like a lifetime. big exaggeration, of course. four years is more accurate. a year of shiro lost to kerberos and the galra, a year of war, half of which had been hijacked by an imposter clone trying to kill them all. then two years spent in the quantum abyss. it's kind of depressing how little time they've actually managed to spend together just being friends, huh?

even more depressing when you consider porn prison is the first "break" they've gotten from dealing with existential, nihilistic threats to the cosmos.

the thoughts should really be more bothersome, and yet as soon as shiro starts digging his fingers in to smoosh as much blanket under his body, keith and rolls his eyes affectionately. ]

Now you're just making me hungry, Shiro.

[ how long has it been since he's stuffed an enchilada in his mouth anyway? yet another thought best not had at all. ]

You're supposed to make me want to stay in bed, not entertain thoughts of slipping into dietary.