[Ready or not, bury him tbh. His heart is going about a hundred miles a minute, skipping at the brush of his thumb, breath caught somewhere in his throat. Still, he brings a small, trembling hand to where Shiro's hand cups his face and curls his fingers over it, another more firm nod in answer.]
[Maybe he can't understand all of this, but god - with you, he wants to. You make him want to.] Yeah. Shiro... Y- yeah.