[ drawn in by the hug, keith turns his face, scarred cheek pressed to shiro's chest. it's the wrong side to be listening for a heart beat, but he stays quiet through one, then two cycles of breath, allowing himself to relax. not that relaxation is deserved; for all he knows the ghost monster can materialize through the walls of shiro's cube at any moment. then they'll have to teleport out with the wolf, rinse and repeat until ... what?

they give her what she wants?

kinda being with him just sounds like a massive headache, though keith doesn't breathe life into that. instead, he slowly brings his arm up to wrap around shiro's waist. already in a self chastising mood, keith misinterprets.

...Sorry. I really don't mean to drag you or anyone else into messes like this. Together kinda together or not at all.