[ dos he really? the question begs to be asked, but hearing shiro use the term boyfriend is thought terminating. keith blinks. it shouldn't be surprising, except it kind of is because they've been avoiding using specific labels to define their relationship. boyfriend is a hell of a lot less ambiguous than "kinda together" and hearing it said in shiro's voice makes his heart skip beats.
going doe eyed in the moment, keith stares and clutches shiro's hand just a pinch tighter. i want you so much sometimes i don't know what to do with myself is an obvious exaggeration, right? and yet weirdly enough it sheds new light onto that night keith woke up alone, abandoned a sad little search for shiro to fuck anon, came back to the cube feeling guilty only to find shiro's side of the bed still empty. he'd assumed then, that shiro must've decided to be with another lover for a while, and when the thought made keith feel one too many sour feelings, abandoned the thought entirely.
c'est la vie in porn prison. the hell is the point of his jealous hypocrisy when they could both just find slices of fulfillment with other people? it's impossible to be anyone's everything, so the disappointment makes little sense. it's just ... that for so long, shiro realy had been keith's everything and regardless of how stupid of an enedavor it might be, keith thought maybe he could be that for shiro too.
coming to terms with the reality of their situation and their kinda-relationnship has been confusing and difficult, but keith had honestly found some sort of twisted in pride in being a big enough person that in the process of learning to deal, their friendship hadn't soured one bit.
but perhaps none of that had been wholly necessary. ]
You .. really want that?
[ ....and fuck. keith hadn't actually meant to ask shiro to repeat himself. heart hammering, keith ignores the way his face warms with embarrassment. the damage is done though, his hopefulness hung bright on his sleeve for shiro to see. ]
I mean -- I'd like that. [ a lot? keith considers tacking that on, but worried about over explaining himself, he instead clears his throat. ] I just seriously thought ... you wanted to be with other people only for ... y'know. Sentences.
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going doe eyed in the moment, keith stares and clutches shiro's hand just a pinch tighter. i want you so much sometimes i don't know what to do with myself is an obvious exaggeration, right? and yet weirdly enough it sheds new light onto that night keith woke up alone, abandoned a sad little search for shiro to fuck anon, came back to the cube feeling guilty only to find shiro's side of the bed still empty. he'd assumed then, that shiro must've decided to be with another lover for a while, and when the thought made keith feel one too many sour feelings, abandoned the thought entirely.
c'est la vie in porn prison. the hell is the point of his jealous hypocrisy when they could both just find slices of fulfillment with other people? it's impossible to be anyone's everything, so the disappointment makes little sense. it's just ... that for so long, shiro realy had been keith's everything and regardless of how stupid of an enedavor it might be, keith thought maybe he could be that for shiro too.
coming to terms with the reality of their situation and their kinda-relationnship has been confusing and difficult, but keith had honestly found some sort of twisted in pride in being a big enough person that in the process of learning to deal, their friendship hadn't soured one bit.
but perhaps none of that had been wholly necessary. ]
You .. really want that?
[ ....and fuck. keith hadn't actually meant to ask shiro to repeat himself. heart hammering, keith ignores the way his face warms with embarrassment. the damage is done though, his hopefulness hung bright on his sleeve for shiro to see. ]
I mean -- I'd like that. [ a lot? keith considers tacking that on, but worried about over explaining himself, he instead clears his throat. ] I just seriously thought ... you wanted to be with other people only for ... y'know. Sentences.