[And it's so like Shiro to be that gentle even now, that it does help settle down the tension running through Keith despite it all, that his tears already start to stop again a little. His mouth is still fumbling but somehow (Keith being Keith, perhaps) with an edge of brazen confidence, he continues to kiss him through this, not stopping until --
Well, until he's sure that he can speak again. When he does, the roughness in his voice is deep, coarse and again desperate. It's all so much, but for good measure, he has to say it again.] I love you. So much, I-
Shiro, I love you. [Oh, never mind, he's still crying through this, can't stop - almost as much as he can't stop saying it now that they both have. It seems crazy somehow and yet here they are.]