[He's not quite as light a sleeper as Shiro and manages to sleep undisturbed through the worsening storm for the most part. It's when he feels the shift in him from comfortable to something more urgent that he'll start to frown, not waking entirely until that gasp rolls over him like a shock. Keith opens his eyes disoriented, with just one thought right away - Shiro.]
[No immediate opportunity to fully realize what's happening, his grip around Shiro goes firm, steadier, holding him to him like he could somehow physically anchor him through what sounds like something painful hitting him just then. He hears himself gasp for air too, a little, his eyes wider and seeking him out in the darkness of the living room now that night has already fallen. When Keith speaks, his voice is thick with sleep but urgent at once.]