[ without intending to, keith's gaze flicks up to lock eyes with shiro. in many ways, the answer being a careful hedge and accusation rolled into one is all the answer he needs, but rather than rise to whatever bait's being laid out, keith deflates instead. ]

I didn't mean for it to be.

[ soft and quiet, keith falls silent for several beats afterwards. perhaps shiro is right to call it that? after all, what exactly does asking that accomplish? expression faltering with the beginnings of a scowl, keith gives shiro's shoulders a squeeze before rolling off to the side to lie flat on his back once again. ]

don't know where I was going with that. [ eyes on the ceiling, keith allows himself a deep sigh before turning to give shiro a wan, half smile that doesn't reach his eyes. ]

You wanted to play with my ass, yeah? Should I get back on my knees or...?