[And just as it takes Keith a moment, it takes Shiro a moment, too, to look up at him once they're finished. He blushes, despite himself, leaning against the table with a small sigh.]
[...] [... they should talk about it, right? What just happened... or--]
Keith... [what to even say, though.]
[Fidgets and glances down and takes in the fact that his shirt is wet and kinda clinging to him now. Erm. Tugs at it awkwardly.]