Author's Note: Have a mentioned today that Sheith has taken over my soul? No? Okay. This takes place after the whole "saving the universe thing", where everyone gets out alive! (Unlike some show, which seems determined to make me worry about Shiro every second of the day). Written for Sheith Positivity Week, Day 4: popsicles.

WARNING: Boys with a lot angst being happy, popsicles, and light-hearted Whole Foods bashing.

It was one of those trademark lazy summer days. The sun was beating down in golden waves, and the shrieks of children had died down after the call for supper came. The porch steps were inviting and allowed him to freely swing his legs back and forth over the edge. It was the type of day that would be memorialized in coming-of-age movies and candid photographs with old polaroids. And Keith was glad to be sharing it with Shiro.

The door to the house swung open and, with a blast of an air-conditioned breeze, out came Shiro, two popsicles in hand.

"Here." Shiro extended a plastic-wrapped popsicle to him. "Cherry."

Keith took it gratefully, tearing open the packaging. "Nice. You?"

Shiro sat down next to him and the old porch shifted. "Blackberry."

Keith snickered. "God, Shiro, you've got to be the only person in the universe who prefers blackberry over grape. Where do you even find this stuff?"

Shiro smiled and tapped his head with the still-wrapped popsicle, leaving a nice cool sensation. "Never underestimate the power of Whole Foods."

"You shop like a middle-aged soccer mom."

"Don't act like you don't love their 'homegrown' banana-and-apple muffins."

"That's an exception to the rule."

Shiro smirked. "What rule?"

"Whole Food's products always taste like kale and regret." Keith gave a defiant bite to his popsicle, and wiped the subsequent red dribble off his chin. "Honestly, this is why Lance still calls you Space Dad."

"Huh. I thought it was the hair." Shiro's popsicle was disappearing at a nice rate, unlike Keith's, which was trying to escape down his hand.

"That too."

"If I'm Space Dad, does that make you Space Mom? Or perhaps my Space Boyfriend?"

Keith groaned. "That sounded suspiciously like a pun-based joke, Shiro."

Shiro's hand swooped over and brushed his bangs aside, and Keith stared into warm grey eyes. "You love it."

Keith leaned in closer and smiled. "Yeah, I do."

And Keith had to admit, the mingling of blackberry and cherry tasted quite nice.