Don't. Hey. [He says it softly but firm at once, shifting a little closer. There's no delusion in his mind either, how much of this they'll really have to talk through. Those words, the words of this whole night, feel burned into his mind, and perhaps when he speaks, Keith's voice is meant to encompass all of it somehow, or try to.
He thinks back to the way Shiro looked that night too, the way he looked just moments ago, the things they've talked about tonight -- and that I'm terrified you love me back. And now he understands.
His hand was resting half on Shiro's chest, but partly on his shoulder too and it's easy to trail up the side of his neck like this, cupping at the crook of Shiro's jaw.] Shiro, we were both...
I didn't see... didn't say what I should have either.