[In so many ways, Shiro's actions saved him just as much as his words ever did, every step and effort that he made for Keith never once gone unnoticed, held dear to him. He did know, but at the same time... he let the unspoken go just as much too, didn't know how to want for more. How to consider himself worth more, too, for so long.
Yet, I love you. All he can think is he can't even remember the the last time he heard those words said to him in such an earnest way, even his father's voice a far away memory, and from Shiro now it... he stops, stares at him, at a loss, floored.]
I --
I'm-
[Him too. He wants to say it, but that also threatens to unearth the other rush of feelings those words ignite words so completely that - he can't manage it either way, something like frustration flickering across his face.]