[The dancing was wonderful but if he's being honest with himself his leg hurts far too much to keep it up indefinitely. This, though.
He pushes Keith down onto the bench and takes his chances with what he assumes is the Altean equivalent of a shampoo dispenser. It definitely excretes... something that smells like juniberries. He lifts the foamy handful up and inspects it with care, but it makes no sense for it to be a secret bio-weapon. He gives Keith a Look and then shrugs a bit.
Then it's just a matter of working it through Keith's hair. He does it carefully - Keith obviously did not prioritize detangling it in his two year excursion - but firmly, tugging Keith forward against his stomach so he doesn't have to stretch so far.
There are a lot of ways to look after someone. Shiro's always done it by being a protector. But he enjoys the little things like this, too, spoiling his lovers with simple acts of service and care.]
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He pushes Keith down onto the bench and takes his chances with what he assumes is the Altean equivalent of a shampoo dispenser. It definitely excretes... something that smells like juniberries. He lifts the foamy handful up and inspects it with care, but it makes no sense for it to be a secret bio-weapon. He gives Keith a Look and then shrugs a bit.
Then it's just a matter of working it through Keith's hair. He does it carefully - Keith obviously did not prioritize detangling it in his two year excursion - but firmly, tugging Keith forward against his stomach so he doesn't have to stretch so far.
There are a lot of ways to look after someone. Shiro's always done it by being a protector. But he enjoys the little things like this, too, spoiling his lovers with simple acts of service and care.]
Careful I don't get any in your eyes.