[ It's such a normal, Keith reaction that Shiro can't help chuckling. That's his cue to start leading Keith over, or at least he's taking it that way. The first time he'd dared to use this room he'd gone hell-for-leather with the bath products, ended up chin-deep in thick, creamy, lilac-hued bubbles that smelled of daphne and gardenia. He figured Keith might want just a little more dignity, so he's been very restrained - added some bath salts that make the water deliciously slippery-soft with the faintest scent of cedar and rosemary (it's outdoorsy! That's... masculine and Keith-like, right?) and called it a day. Next to the tub, there's densely fluffy towels and washcloths, a little canister of healing gel, and now... Shiro's shirt, because he skins it off and drops it to the floor with a smile. ]
Allura told me. Leader's privilege, she says. Nobody else can know. Pidge might be okay, but she also might tell Hunk, and Hunk could never keep this from Lance. And if Lance found this place we'd never get him out.
You need help with your shoulder?
[ There's a faint hopeful tone to it. C'mon, Keith, let him undress you. ]
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Date: 2019-01-06 03:42 am (UTC)Allura told me. Leader's privilege, she says. Nobody else can know. Pidge might be okay, but she also might tell Hunk, and Hunk could never keep this from Lance. And if Lance found this place we'd never get him out.
You need help with your shoulder?
[ There's a faint hopeful tone to it. C'mon, Keith, let him undress you. ]