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[The agreement to go back to Earth had been quickly decided without any argument. Krolia had agreed to ride with Pidge, leaving Shiro and Keith alone in Black with his cosmic wolf.

It's quiet. They're all still recovering from the long fight with Lotor, the exhaustion of the quintessence field, the everything about Shiro once Keith had the time to tell them. He left out a lot (Krolia and Coran's eyes let him know they could tell he left a lot out), but it wasn't their business really.

Keith takes a slow breath, trying not to disturb the wolf lazing next to his seat but he needs to move around. He's ready to be cooped up here for weeks going back to Earth, but after just a couple of days? He's getting cabin fever.

He doesn't get up yet, but squeezes the controls.]

You doing okay back there?

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[He smirks a little.]

This was a lot easier than the last few times. [Okay but he doesn't need to eat that much. He eats considerably slower from there on.]

Should probably get some real sleep soon.

[He nods. He's still exhausted as well, the rest provided by the pod isn't actually... sleep.]

I could use some too.

Could do that now.

[He reaches for Shiro's hand, hesitates, and rests it on the table next to Shiro's hand. Getting him in the pod is one thing, but Shiro still saw that part of him. He's still self conscious about it, about Shiro seeing.

He knows they'll get over this, but it's still fresh on his mind.]

[He takes Keith's hand without hesitation, reading the intent in the gesture, and then he brings his hand up to his lips and kisses his knuckles.]

Keith, I don't care that you're Galra.

[He watches, squeezing his hand a little.]

What about if I look Galra.

[He knows he is part Galra, but he's always looked purely human, until these little pieces started slipping through.]

I don't care.

[He says that softly.]

You're still you.

[He wants to tell Shiro not to lie. He doesn't have the experiences to know for sure, but he can guess Shiro may hesitate if he does ever start to look more Galra.

What's more, he doesn't want to believe Shiro would lie about this. He needs to let himself trust that. He carefully places his other hand under Shiro's, sandwiching it between them.]

All right. Just... had to ask.

[He stands up, tugs Keith along with him into a quiet embrace. To hell with the dishes, honestly, he bets the robots will clean them.]

Keith-- listen. I can't promise I'll never have a bad reaction.

[Keith would just hurt for him if he got into what it was like. He doesn't want to put that on him, not when he's more than capable of carrying it alone.]

But it won't ever be about you. You're beautiful.

[He's a little stiff in the hug but quickly loosens up. He knows there'll be a bad reaction if it happens again. He doesn't want to think about it.

Keith squeezes Shiro in that hug. He can't think of any time he'd been called 'beautiful'. It's a weird word to ascribe to himself.]

....So're you.

We're not talking about me.

[Of course that's his instinct when being complimented: turn it around. Except Shiro isn't the one that needs to hear it - never has been. He ruffles Keith's hair playfully.]

C'mon. Let's hit the hay.

[He nuzzles his face against Shiro a little before taking a step back with a nod. He keeps almost leaning on him as they walk up the stairs, head against his shoulder when they get to the bed. He doesn't even bother taking the armor off, Keith just climbs straight up to sit.]

Wonder how long it's been.

[... Child.

Shiro huffs a sigh, and then he kneels down on the bed beside Keith and starts taking his armour off one-handed. He's deft about it. One benefit of being familiar with the paladin armour.]

I did the math while you were out. Almost four days.

[It was an afterthought!

Shiro gets as far as getting the boots off before he starts helping. The last pieces come off and Keith is breathing deep before pulling Shiro down to kiss him, sweet, loving. He's glad they're both safe.

But four days.

When he breaks away, he rests his head on Shiro's shoulders.]

Four days. Doesn't even feel like it...

Well--

[Shiro strips down as well, and then he crawls in under the blankets.

Knowing what's lurking beneath the house has him back on edge, but he's gamely trying to ignore it. They locked the door. There was nothing else there that could come after them. But he's worried he'll dream of tables.]

We've done a lot of sleeping.

In our defense, we needed it.

[He lets Shiro pick his spot, then climbs in after him, scooting close against him. He wants to keep Shiro close and in arm's reach. He brushes some of his hair out of his face and smiles a little.]

Not a bad thing since there isn't much else to do.

[He makes plenty of room for Keith, curling his arm around him protectively.]

Oh, you are definitely fixing that speeder up for me, first chance you get. Just saying.

[Keith smiles at that.]

Oh, for you huh? You wanna ride it?

That's the idea.

[Look he likes going fast as much as the next paladin okay.]

[He wonders if he should try this. He carefully gets an arm around Shiro, hand rubbing slow circles against his back.]

Wonder what else you like to ride.

[-- It's such a cheesy line that he actually laughs and turns to just... look at Keith directly.]

I thought you said you were tired.

And then you fed me. Call it a second wind.

[He's silent for a time, letting himself acclimate to the idea. Then, soft,]

What would you like?

[He thinks this over. Shiro didn't really like it when he only offered things. Hell, he isn't sure Shiro would even want to do this now.]

I dunno. I just wanna make you feel good.

Being here with you right now does that.

[He's not against the idea. At least they're both healed. Sometimes the physicality helps to get you out of a bad space. He saw a lot of relationships cultivated in the slave barracks.]

But I want to know what I can do for you, too.

[He shifts a little to rest on Shiro's chest and watching his face. This is a weird conversation, it's so far out of his comfort zone.

He hesitates; he know it did feel good, but he doesn't know how he'll take it. He whispers, still self conscious about it.]

You biting me before was nice too.