[ keith is comfortable enough with shiro that there's no real embarrassment about having shiro carefully peel him out of his jeans -- it's not even the first time one of them has helped the other out of clothing after a hard battle and a set of fresh injuries, and there's something warmly reassuring about the ritual that keith craves. he doesn't even know if shiro is putting this much weight on it, but... it's nice to have him here, proving that he still has keith's back with every warm touch, and keith is so stupidly grateful for the kindness that he thinks there might be a real danger of crying again.
so he distracts himself by looking out over the steaming bath water, blinking back the stinging at the corner of his eyes and making light of the whole thing. ] Best at wanting me? Or just wanting to take people's pants off?
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so he distracts himself by looking out over the steaming bath water, blinking back the stinging at the corner of his eyes and making light of the whole thing. ] Best at wanting me? Or just wanting to take people's pants off?
Figure we better make that part clear.