[WHEW. He draws in a shaky little breath between his teeth, chewing at his own bottom lip with Shiro drawn back as he is and - really it's not even a moment of hesitation so much as letting the idea settle over him, leaning back into the wall, then nodding. The words leave him before he can think of anything but Shiro, his own low, gravely voice almost foreign in his own ears but so very right.]