[ Shiro meant to keep up the sulk until the cruel, cruel love of his life laid one on him, he really did! But what happens is a moment of quiet in which his expression softens and his eyes dart over Keith's face - his eyes, his lips, the elegant sweep of his cheekbones, the messy strands of hair that are stuck to face face by sweat - and he melts. ]

You remember when that trip through the wormhole went south and we ended up separated from the others? That's when I knew for sure, no question.

If we're counting maybes? Since you busted me out of quarantine.