[ keith ought to be chewing and swallowing his mouthful of ramen. instead, he's busy being a little mesmerized by the sight of shiro smiling down at the styrofoam cup, and feeling all the guiltier for ever having entertained the thought of another guy's cock. inadvertently, true, but with the initial fluster slowly wearing away, keith relaxes into the comforting uptilt of shiro's lips.

shiro's happy, the wolf is happy. as uncomfortable as the solitary cell is, in the moment keith likes that the three of them are crowded together in the narrow space, his two favorite beings in the universe both within arms reach to be pulled in for cuddles on demand. stupid because the prison is still a nightmare outside, but he's content in the knowledge that he doesn't have to face any of that alone.

ah, but he was meant to be eating not daydreaming.

shiro carries on, and keith actually snorts at the comment. ]

Fun? [ he swallows hastily, the look on his face playful. ] Y'know. You used to call things like racing out in the desert and cliff diving fun. Now it's feeding me? Next thing I know, you'll be telling me how fun the crossword is, old-timer.

[ he laughs, then obediently opens his mouth to accept his next bite of ramen. now that he's not anticipating a burn from the food, he actually chews, looking contemplative as he reaches across to gently squeeze shiro's knee. ]

... I can't remember the last time someone went out of their way to care for me like this. So I guess I'm glad it's fun.