[The urge to push Shiro back and take care of him is a tide rushing in, threatening to bowl Keith over if he isn't careful. It's so difficult not to go with it. He carefully kneels down and presses his lips to Shiro's forehead.]
I know. I know now, I mean. [He gently peels Shiro's hands off his hips, folding them together and kissing his knuckles.]
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I know. I know now, I mean. [He gently peels Shiro's hands off his hips, folding them together and kissing his knuckles.]
Tomorrow. We'll talk.