[boy, you are still covered in fruit goop and nonsense you're filthy how can you even want to sleep.
(but Shiro's been that tired before, too. He gets it.)
So he lets Keith go, and rummages around until he finds a decent and clean-smelling blanket. When he returns to the couch, Keith is already asleep. He's curled on himself, protecting his injured side and Shiro just... frowns, softly, looking down at him.
Old instinct has him lean down and press the back of his wrist to Keith's forehead. He's always run a little hot - a Galra thing, he now realizes - but it doesn't seem like a fever. Then he simply drapes the blanket over him.
He doesn't want to go far away, so he drags the nearby armchair over closer to the couch, puts his feet up on the armrest of the couch and is himself asleep in moments once he sits down. It's telling, perhaps, that he's positioned himself between Keith and the door.]
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(but Shiro's been that tired before, too. He gets it.)
So he lets Keith go, and rummages around until he finds a decent and clean-smelling blanket. When he returns to the couch, Keith is already asleep. He's curled on himself, protecting his injured side and Shiro just... frowns, softly, looking down at him.
Old instinct has him lean down and press the back of his wrist to Keith's forehead. He's always run a little hot - a Galra thing, he now realizes - but it doesn't seem like a fever. Then he simply drapes the blanket over him.
He doesn't want to go far away, so he drags the nearby armchair over closer to the couch, puts his feet up on the armrest of the couch and is himself asleep in moments once he sits down. It's telling, perhaps, that he's positioned himself between Keith and the door.]