[ having shiro hover over him, boxing him him with one arm and touching his face with the other should mean a lot of things. discomfort for starters, if only because letting someone in close has never been easy, even without the history of a clone with shiro's face trying to decapitate him. but the antsy feeling his adrenaline wash from earlier has morphed into something else entirely. see, the jittery pins and needles are still there, but where keith had wanted to get away from his best friend, now he wants to bask in the understanding they've forged together.

honestly? it feels nice. it feels like a big fuck you to their alien overlords to take what's been forced onto them and contextualize it into something that has more meaning than finishing what coercion started between them. keith's smile is a small thing, but it's earnest in its sincerity. whatever this is, he likes it. he likes the way shiro's hand feels against his, the warmth of shiro's skin under his palm. feeling a flutter behind his ribs, keith holds eye contact and repeats: ]

Only us.

[ heh. said like that though, it all comes across rather solemn, huh? self conscious, he scoots as far back as he can to give shiro more space to lie down, and holds up the blanket for him to crawl under it is tragically, not much space at all.. ]

Heh. Not that this helps with the sentence situation, but the warden and everyone else can go fuck themselves.