[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.
[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.
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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.]
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Instead he hums softly in agreement.]
Let's sleep...
[He agrees, not resisting the pull of sleep.]