[ keith obediently tips his head back to give shiro all the access he needs to loosen up the chin strap. he can't deny that he's still caught up in his own humor over the situation, but seeing the pout he makes an effort to sober up a bit. the helmet comes off, and keith immediately gives his head a vigorous shaking to puff his flattened bird nest hair back to its usual volume, then grins from between the tangled locks of hair falling over his face. ]

I know, I know. I'm sorry.

[ he pushes up onto tiptoes to smooch shiro's jaw. and risking some wobbling leans forward to rest some of his weight on shiro's chest. ]

It's just... I love the way you talk about things you feel really strongly about?

[ instinctively, keith tries to wrap his arms around shiro, only for the cuffs to pull taut and clink. ]

Oh. [ keith frowns -- pouts really, but otherwise continues to babble. ] I didn't want to drag it out as long as I did, but ..I dunno. I love how intense you get. ...And I guess it felt good knowing you were getting a thrill out of it, too.