[ the hand at his forearm makes keith's gaze shift away from his clothes. he doesn't feel much calmer, but he wills it with deeper, slow breaths and gives his tense shoulders a roll. the question is absurd because of course he wants shiro, but there's no denying that his cock has gone soft in the midst of this panic.

he keeps his eyes on shiro's hand for a long beat before finally looking up at his boyfriend, expression a blend of sheepish, shy and hopeful. ]

I always want you.

[ it's a complicated kind of want, and not one that keith is always sure he wants to examie. porn prison fuckery has somehow brought the two of them together, despite the breaks in space-time or by plucking them from alternate realities. whatever the case, there's a shiro back home with white hair and a missing arm who's more than millions of light-years away. even when they're together, it's like they don't know how to talk to each other anymore.

clones, death and being replaced have a way of doing that, keith supposes.

this shiro may not be his shiro - or maybe he is? either way, when keith looks at him, he feels less adrift, less alone in the world. like maybe their bond can survive the war in some way, despite the hurt and confusion rhwy're all enduring..

keith blinks, then clears his throat. thinking about all this is the last thing he ought to be doing when it only opens up chasms in his chest, huh? he looks away briefly to gather himself then offers up a shy smile as he leans in close, shifting the hand on his crotch away to instead perch on shiro's hip. ]

Guess I should have warned you. I just... don't know how to talk about it.. In a way that doesn't sound super weird and unsexy.