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[lonered]

[What no Shiro, he wasn't talking about himself in that. But he doesn't fuss about it, not when Shiro's fingers are in his hair, soothing and soft and all too comfortable. That doesn't mean he doesn't lean up eagerly to kiss Shiro.

He can't imagine not wanting to kiss Shiro given the opportunity.]

That... is the sweetest way anyone has ever called me overly intense in my life.

[He teases gently before stealing another kiss.] It's one of the reasons I love you too, how much you care, how much you always want to help, to do the right thing.

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[Shiro smiles, one side of his mouth curving up more than the other. He slides one hand under the edge of Keith’s shirt brushes warm skin with his fingers.] That’s got to be the nicest way anyone has ever told me I’m too willing to throw myself in the fire.

[He moves his hand up higher as his smile softens and he lays back, his eyes never leaving Keith’s.] I think we should get some sleep unless you have other ideas?

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[Keith hums his approval at the feeling of those fingers against his skin, cozying himself up against Shiro quite closely, draping an arm across that broad, strong chest.]

You and my dad. It's a theme in my life, I think.

[One that has already ended in pain and heartbreak once, but he'd choose Shiro every time despite the risk of it.

Leaning up he presses a kiss to his cheek just at the corner of his lips.] I always have ideas, but I think sleep is probably the best one right now.

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We can always try those ideas out in the morning. [Shiro says as he rubs Keith’s back.
He reaches out and flicks off the light, leaving them in darkness.]

Good night, Keith. [He kisses the crown of his head and closes his eyes. With the future now in his sights his dreams are likely to be a place of nightmares. But he isn’t afraid of that. He searches for Keith’s hand and takes it in his.]

I love you.

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Works for me.

[Keith agrees relaxing all the more against Shiro, head resting on his shoulder. He lets his hands be taken, fingers spreading to lace with the other man's.]

I love you too, Takashi.

[So much more than the words can properly express.] Goodnight.