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[lonered]

[Keith can't help laughing too. He hadn't expected Shiro to tip over. Okay, so yeah, they're both a little gone right now. But that's fine. For once in their life, it's fine to relax and act their ages, for a bit. So Keith scoots enough to make room for Shiro to settle himself comfortably.]

Stay.

[He agrees without hesitation. And since Shiro gave him so much crap for it already, the other man has no basis to be surprised that given their new location that Keith makes the most of it and cuddles right up to him. Still warm. Still solid. And god he still smells good. This is nicer than it has any right to be.]

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[Keith's laughter sets him off again. He chuckles as he lifts an arm to let Keith snuggle in close. He wraps his arm around him and rests the side of his face against his. It's better than it has any right to be. Keith fits up against him as if they were born to be united.

Keith's warm and his grip is strong. He breathes in and smiles against Keith's skin.] You smell good too.

[He says in a hushed tone as if he had to lower his voice now they're prone together.] It's nice.

[lonered]

[Keith isn't sure he can remember the last time he was this happy, this content. But hearing Shiro laughing, being this close, knowing that for this moment at least they're safe and together and warm.

The way Shiro's voice sounds, so close and so low and soft, it's enough to send a shiver racing through him. Okay. Breathing again.]

Yeah. It is. Really nice.

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[Shiro smiles again and closes his eyes. He is too drunk and too tired to do more than reach down. He snags the covers with his metal fingers and pulls them up and over. With his task accomplished he returns his arm to securing Keith against him.

He presses his face against Keith’s neck for a moment.] Let’s sleep. You’re warm.

[Then he settles with a soft content sigh.]

[lonered]

[Shiro is warm. The blanket is warm. The liquor still racing around with the blood in his veins is warm. Keith is probably too comfortable, really, but he's not questioning it.

Instead he hums softly in agreement.]

Let's sleep...

[He agrees, not resisting the pull of sleep.]