[ at present, keith’s lack for eloquence is not a bother. see, shiro knows he’s meant to be saying something far more sentimental and lasting right now, too, but he’s saturated in brain numbing contentment, further tying into knots his ability to articulate. that’s okay, of course. they don’t need to put into words what is so easily felt in the moment. there’s affection here, so strong and so potent that he’s practically tangible. that should, perhaps, be concerning, especially to a man who, not so long ago, was talking about the another shiro, but it’s too easy to lose sight of responsibility, logic, shoulds and should-nots when a soft, rumbling sound kicks up in keith’s chest. ]

Stars, Keith. [ his voice still carries that breathless quality to it, only made more breathy with a combination of awe and fondness. ] I love it when you purr.

[ it’s a comfort. a reassurance. it makes shiro want to lay his head down, curl up, and drown himself in the sound… and actually? he thinks he’ll do that. first, he dips down, nose sliding along keith’s until he gets the right angle to press a soft kiss to his mouth. short, chaste, it’s more a parting than a hello, and then shiro is shuffling down to lay his head beneath keith’s chin, ear pressed close to hear that steady pitch better. ]

And yeah. [ a quiet sigh follows, voice dreamy as he closes his eyes. ] We do fit amazingly together. Makes me think we should’ve been doing this from the beginning.

[ oh. wait. the following huff of laughter plays across keith’s skin. ]

… Actually. I guess we have been, huh?