Keith grimaces, touching the back of his hand to his lip. It wasn't busted or anything, luckily, but the fight from the Kral Zera had him busted up pretty bad. No thanks in part to Ilun and Vrek for ditching and leaving him to vainly attempt to turn off the bombs by himself. Not to mention when he leapt from the tunnel and grabbed Lotor on his way out, he banged up his hip and shoulder pretty bad. Keith may be strong, and Lotor may be lean, but that dude is heavy. It doesn't help that he bounced down the stairs a few times with Lotor in tow before his grip slackened and he let go.
So, face banged up, corner of his lip and cheek probably starting to bruise, his shoulder definitely bruised, and with a limp in his walk, he makes his way to the bridge. Or attempts to. Should he even go? He means, yeah, he kinda saved Lotor from blowing up but that explosion probably wouldn't have even given him a scratch considering that it seems very other race besides humans are strong and tough. Compared to them, humans are such.. fragile creatures. Keith, for once, is glad that his Galra genetics let him trudge on further than he would have had he been human.
Not to mention if him being there would even be appropriate at all. Lotor is the emperor now (sounds odd even to his ears), and it wasn't like the team is explicitly wanting his presence.
Keith makes another face, tasting blood on his tongue. He must've nicked it during battle or something. Maybe he just reopened it from all his grimacing. Great. Yeah. Keith should just.. Yeah, go take a pod back to the Marmora base. Although, it probably would be beneficial if he stopped by the infirmary for the meanwhile.
Sucking up his whining and grimacing for when he was alone and in his room, he stood up straighter and stepped away from the wall he'd been using as crutch and stepped closer to the center of the hall.
We cannot afford weakness, he can almost picture Kolivan say. Soreness thrums through his body; from the bottom of his feet, bouncing off the pain in his hip and then ricocheting off his shoulder and back down through his feet. He should just be glad he doesn't have any kind of head injury, and he is, really. With every step Keith reminds himself to breathe, that patience yields focus, and it helps a little bit.
Medicine, pod, base, Keith thought to himself. In that order: medicine, pod, base. Maybe throw in a nice, hot, drawn-out bath. And then he could check his phone, since he left it back in his room. He'd been rudely woken up that morning. Although, to be fair, he should have already been up and getting ready for this mission. So the phone was left on his bed where it had been left the night before. He needed to apologize to Matt when he gets back, for falling asleep during their talk.
Just right around the corner, Keith says to himself. And then he'd be home-free for the first part of his trek back to base. Where he could take a bath, relax for a couple hours, sleep maybe, and re-up for the next mission Kolivan most likely has lined up for him.
"Keith!"
Keith blinks, pausing in his slow walk to glance behind him.
"Matt," He greets back. Matt beams at him, practically running at him and for a second Keith was really worried Matt will literally tackle him down. Well, short of falling onto his back, Matt definitely tackled him. Keith's breath left him and he grunts a bit at the sheer momentum Matt slammed into him, arms wrapping around in a bear hug and lifting him off his feet for the briefest of moments.
"I heard you were amazing at the Kral Zera! You go dude!" Keith wheezed quietly, wincing at the pain that jolted in his joints but nonetheless patted Matt's back in his own awkward hug.
"Thanks," Keith responds, giving Matt an awkward smile when he finally pulls off. It was a nice hug. It was too bad Keith was in pain, otherwise it would've been a really nice hug. Matt's eyes widen when he finally pulls back to look at Keith.
"You're hurt." He states the obvious.
"Yeah. I was on my way to the infirmary." Keith nudged his head back to where he was headed. "I was gonna get pain meds and some heat patches." Keith turns slightly back to his destination. At Matt's inquisitive look he says, "I banged up my hip and shoulder pretty bad. Thought it'd help."
"Oh man, and I prolly just made it worse now, huh?" Matt looks properly contrite and Keith tries to give him an assuring smile.
"It's not that bad." Keith takes a step and he winces when pain flares up his leg. Right, right, he'd been having that one-track, patience-yields-focus mantra he was thinking about instead of the pain. So it could be pretty bad. Keith grits his teeth lightly and takes another step, slowly starting to limp.
"Which shoulder did you hurt?" Matt falls into step with him. Though it wasn't hard, considering how slow Keith was going.
"Uhm, left. Why?" Keith furrowed his brows lightly.
"Because this." Matt steps to Keith's right and picks up his arm, hauling it over his shoulder. The action caused Keith's hip to collide with Matt's and he sucked in a breath. Matt held an arm around his waist, hand oddly warm through the cosmesh of his suit. "Lemme guess, you hurt your right hip?" Keith nods, but doesn't protest the hold. If he's being honest, it actually takes a lot of the pressure off his leg and it feels a lot better than torturing himself. "Sorry. I'll be more careful." Matt smiles, slowly starting to lead them to the infirmary. "How'd you end up so banged up, anyway? I thought you mostly always get out unscathed."
"Lotor's heavy." Keith huffs, leaning a bit into Matt's hold. "We bounced a couples times down the stairs after I grabbed him during the explosion. Must've landed wrong or something."
"Can't believe you're calling him fat." Matt snickers and Keith purses his lips against the snort of laughter.
"I am not. I just said he was heavy."
"Fat."
"Heavy."
"Fat." Matt snickers and Keith rolls his eyes, allowing himself to chuckle, stopping only because it jarred him too much.
"You're hopeless." Matt opens the door to the infirmary, hobbling Keith over to a bed and sitting him down. Matt spares a quick glance at Keith, making a mental checklist of what he needs and starts to line them up on the counter. "I only need the pain meds. I can take care of the rest at the base." Keith kindly tells him.
"But what about the pain in your shoulder?" Matt presses, raises a brow. "Stretchy as you are, I don't think you'll be able to properly reach where you need to put the patch." Keith paused, mouth open to speak. He closes it a second later, conceding. "Good. Take it off, then." Matt says innocently, turning back to look for something. Keith's cheeks heat for a moment before he shakes it off. It wasn't like that, and Matt was right, not to mention it would probably hurt like a bitch to take off the armor by himself.
Stiltedly, Keith reached to unlatch the armor on his chest, pulling it off with difficulty. Matt helps him to pull it off the last bit of the way, setting it to the side. Keith reached back to his neck, fingers slipping between the slit that keeps the suit together down the spine. They work like magic and magnets, or something, to give the suit a seamless look. Keith pulls it open, pulling it off his hurt shoulder and Matt helping him to take it off from the other.
"Ouch, that looks like it hurts." Matt winces, seeing the blossoming bruise all along his shoulder and sneaking onto his back. "What happened here?" He asks curiously, poking the age-old scar on his right. Keith pulls off the gloves and then the sleeves, letting the suit rest at his waist.
"Trials of Marmora."
"And those are..?" Keith lifts his head when Matt lifted it with his fingers, flinching from the cotton pad with antiseptic that touched the scrape on his face.
"Back before I knew I was Galra, we met a member of the Blade and he gave us the location of their base.." Keith paused, wincing again as fresh round came close to his lip. "Me and Shiro went together. And I had the blade." Keith nudges his head to the side. Matt follows his gaze, seeing the blade jut out from its holster. "They made me go through the Trials of Marmora, to test if the blade was mine or not."
"Why wouldn't it be?" Keith sighs, well at least someone believed in him. Maybe he should've found Matt first before going to the base for the first time.
"Luxite blades are exclusively given to members of Marmora, whom are Galran. I don't exactly fit the description, do I?" Keith motions to himself. Matt gives him a once over, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head and Keith struggles not to blush badly, seeing as he was naked from the waist up and he just motioned to himself. He didn't mean to do it, okay?
"And how would they know if the blade is yours or not?" Matt asked, throwing away the used cotton balls and picking up the numbing cream, taking a gander at the blossoming bruise all on his back and shoulder.
"You need to have Galran blood to be able to activate it."
"How do you activate it?" Matt asked, then a second later, "I'm gonna put the cream on, so it'll hurt, sorry hon'." Keith nods, taking a breath and pursing his lips against the pain flaring in his shoulder. But this was nice, though. Talking with Matt actually provided a decent enough distraction from the pain. With his free hand he pulls out his blade, giving a second to grab Matt's attention before it transforms into a bigger sword. "Neat. But how did you get this?" Matt taps the scar. Keith puts away his blade, wincing when Matt's fingers dragged over a particularly tender area.
"It was a fight. Of sorts." Keith shrugs lightly, taking a deep breath as the pain started to ebb away just barely, the cream smoothing on cool and warming up. "I got pretty beaten up… Red ended up attacking the base, thinking I was in trouble." He chuckles a bit, pursing his lips against another flare of pain as Matt's fingers move into the bruised flesh just under his shoulder blade. It made him somewhat… sad, that he remembered how Red protected him. Now she protects Lance. Which was fine, you know, Red should protect her paladin. But it just kinda.. makes him feel unwanted. He mentally shakes his head, gritting his teeth against another flare as Matt's fingers slid closer to his spine. "Crap. How big is this bruise?" Keith turns his head, attempting to see the damage.
"Pretty big. I'd say take it easy, but I'm pretty sure you're too edgy for that." Matt chuckles, spreading some more down his back. It dips lower on his ribs and Keith twitches away. Matt chuckles again. "Sorry. Ticklish?" He says teasingly. Keith tries not to pout. Being ticklish is a self-defense mechanism, okay? For whatever reason the body deigned it to be that. "Okay. That's it for that bruise." Matt hums, then steps to the other side and sits down on the infirmary bed. "For the next one."
Keith looks down, seeing the skin on his hip start to blacken under his gaze. With a breath, he shimmies the suit further down his stomach, barely down his side. He didn't want to be like, naked, in front of his crush.
"I think I got this one." Keith says, only partially embarrassed.
"Even where it spreads to your back?" Keith blinks, twisted his torso in his attempt to look and winces when he does. Pursing his lips, he gives in.
"Fine, fine.." He sighs. Matt grins triumphantly.
"Would it be better if you laid down on your side?" Matt hums for a moment, kneeling down to be hip-level as he narrows his eyes at the bruise. "Actually, gimme a sec." He stands, Keith follows his movements, confused. "Stay. Right. Here." Matt steps back, palms up, motioning them down with every enunciation. "Imma be right back. Start putting the cream on where you can reach, okay?" Keith catches the tube of cream with his good hand and nods.
"Okay.." He was still a bit confused; where could he be going? He makes it sound like he'll come back so.. nothing too bad to worry about, right? Matt smiles his easy-going smile.
"Beautiful, B-R-B." Matt says again before slipping from the room. Keith's eyes stay on the door for a few seconds after Matt left before he sighed and squeezed some cream into his fingers and started to work them into his hip.
It was a lot less embarrassing to slide his suit further down his hip without Matt in the room. He didn't think these suits were meant to be worn with boxers. At least, he'd think that wearing them with boxers would be very uncomfortable and… yeah.
Keith flinches as he presses his fingers into his hip, sucking in a breath. What a sight he made, he thinks. Figures he would be the one getting senselessly hurt. He didn't get the cream spread further than around his hipbone before a knock at the door stole his attention. Matt strolls right in, a bundle of folded clothes in his hands. Keith feels just a bit more bashful again, practically naked.
"How's it going?" Matt asks, setting the clothes nearby on the cot.
"It's uh.. alright." He says lamely. Keith didn't know how Matt did it so quick. Matt chuckles.
"Yeah. Figured. I got some clothes for you to change into." Keith blinks, looking from Matt to the pile of clothes. "They're mine. Thought they'd be more comfortable." He shrugs, like this thoughtfulness was just just an afterthought. "Need help changing?" Now that was an afterthought. Keith's cheeks redden just slightly.
"Just the shirt." He says after a moment's hesitation. Matt smiles and picks up the shirt. Keith wipes the residue cream off his fingers before Matt helps to get the shirt through the holes and over his head. It wasn't that hard, considering the shirt he was given had him swimming in it. "Are you sure this is yours?"
"Pfft. I happen to like giant shirts." Matt says in that for-your-information type of tone. The shirt fell down to his lap, effectively covering him in seafoam green, bunching around his lap. He had a feeling it looked way bigger on him than it does on Matt. He did have a couple inches on him, not to mention probably more muscle than him. Keith smiles back, giving a nod of thanks before leaning down to get his shoes off.
Normally it would be easy. He was flexible than most, but with the pain radiating from his hip, he could barely reach the bottom of his shins. He hears Matt snicker before he was kneeling down by his feet. He had one leg folded under him. The other propping up his chin with a grin.
"Need some help there, mate?" He says teasingly. Keith huffs, gritting his teeth as he strains to bend forward just the tiniest big more. "Hey, hey. No need." Matt's teasing grin turns gentle and his fingers find the little inconspicuous knob by his ankle, slipping his fingers under the slit and pull off the shoe once it loosens at the vamp. Keith smiles shyly, relaxing back only a tad. Matt pulls off the other shoe with the same gentleness, setting them side-by-side at the foot of the cot.
Now Keith is just feeling rosey for a whole 'nother reason.
"Thanks.." He says bashfully, pushing up on his hands by his side to attempt to stand. The least he could do was stand and put on some dang shorts by himself, but no.
"Hey now," Matt's suddenly up in his space. His arms come around his midline and hoist him up lightly and Keith is both grateful or Matt's ability to invade his personal space while simultaneously respecting it and exasperated at his own lack of ability to take care of himself. Once up, Keith shudders as the cold floor meets the soles of his feet. He leans against Matt for the briefest of moments, a pause of a heart's beat, before he takes the help that's been given. He was just glad Matt couldn't see his face, sure that it was red.
Matt tries to hold him as carefully as he could. His arms were angled: the left carefully above his hip, and right below his ribs as best he could. At first he was sure Keith would fight him; at least try and keep up appearances that he didn't need help. You know, that whole "bad-boy" spiel. But Keith doesn't. Because he's a precious cinnamon roll: too good, too pure for this world. And Matt gets another hug. Bonus.
Keith squirms around in arms, twitching and wincing as he squirms the suit down his hips and thighs.
"Okay. Gonna set you back down." Matt warns, taking care to set him down as gingerly as possible. Who knows how far down that bruise goes. Keith sighs once he's back to sitting, mumbling a thanks as he proceeds to try and kick off his leggings with as minimal movements as possible. The shirt falls down to his knees. "What're those suits made of?"
"Cosmesh. And something else, probably. Magic." Matt snorts.
"Is that why they stick to your skin like glue?" He asks, kneeling once again to pull at the bottom of the pant leg, Keith wincing when it tugged too harshly. But finally they were off and Matt stands to fold the thing best he could.
"Probably." Keith says, a bit preoccupied with slipping on the borrowed shorts. "It's fairly stretchy though, and thick, so space isn't that cold." Matt hums in response, setting the folded suit near the armor before turning around to rummage through the drawers to give the illusion of privacy.
"That sounds smart. Gives full mobility?" He asks, finding a packet of painkillers. He chances a look in the mirror of the cabinet, then looks back into the drawer while he waits for Keith to settle.
"Mostly. It's the top armor that kind of hinders mobility. But, it does protect the heart in case I get shot, so," Matt turn around when he hears Keith settle, holding out the two little white pills and a bottle of water. "Thanks." Keith takes them gratefully.
"Did you have to report to the bosso's?" Matt leans against the cabinet, taking in the entirety of Keith. He looks pretty cute in green. Then again, he looks pretty cute in anything. Keith shakes his head.
"Did that on the way here. I was planning on going back to base to rest." Matt hums, taking the pain patches and opening one.
"Great. Wanna rest up here? It'll prolly be a bitch to go back now." Matt sits on the cot, Keith getting the hint and helps pull up the shirt to expose his bruise. Matt slips it on in the middle of it, smoothing it to stick to his skin.
"I—" Keith paused, like he was about to refuse. Matt did just put a wench in his plans. As always. "S-sure.." He agrees, and Matt could see the tips of his ears getting red. He smiles to himself.
"Great. I swiped these chips from Pidge. They're fan-freaking-tastic." Matt grins. "And you can tell me more about the mission. And I'll remind you never to catch someone as fat as Lotor again." Keith snickers, taking a breath when it jarred his body too much. "Seriously. It looks like you got smacked down by a sumo."
"Oh my god— stop—" Keith laughs, shaking his head as Matt switched to the other side of the cot by his hip.
"I can't ever stop. The truth must be known." Matt grins, Keith letting the shirt fall back down to his lap. He takes the forgotten tube of cream and after Keith holds up the shirt, he sets to work it into the bruises. He grins when Keith twitches when his fingers dance along his ribs but he doesn't tickle on purpose.
"What? Gonna post it on the galactic 'net? 'Prince Lotor? More like Prince Fatsor'?" Matt pauses before bursting into laughter.
"Keith— oh my god, Keith— that's beautiful." Matt settles himself, still snickering as he massages the cream into his lower back, as the bruise trailed from his hip and onto his back. "I'm totally stealing that." Matt takes the other patch and slips it on, dipping it under the hem of the basketball shorts. Or close to it. Clothes is clothes.
"Glad you find it funny." Keith smiles his thanks, letting the shirt fall back down.
"I don't just find it funny. I find it flippen hilarious." Matt smiles back, tossing the cream on the counter for someone else to put in its proper place. "Feeling any better yet?" Keith nods.
"Yeah. The pills really helped." Matt nods once, standing up.
"Let's go, then. I got snacks waiting in the living room." Matt once again helps Keith to his feet. He wobbles but doesn't falls, thanks in part to Matt's grip on his waist and the arm around his shoulder. "I've never actually tried the Altean painkillers, how are they?"
"They are… really strong." Keith says, furrowing his brows a little.
"Like the, smoked-too-much-now-I-can't-get-up kinda strong or the face-is-numb-from-novacane kinda strong?" Keith purses his lips, limping along to wherever Matt was taking them.
"I— I've never smoked before.. And I have no clue what novacane is." He says, slightly confused. "It's kinda numbing everything?" He says, sounding worried.
"Oh wow. That strong, huh? Don't worry, I gotchu babe." Matt smiles, holding him just a little bit closer. Keith leans on him, giving a smile that was more than likely the result of being on those painkillers. Maybe he should've only given one? Whoopsie. "When's the last time you ate?" Matt hobbles them to the common room, letting the lights on as he limps Keith down the small stairs to the couch.
"Uhm…" Keith seems to try and think hard. "I can't remember.. I think I had breakfast?" Matt tuts, setting him down gently.
"Stay here, 'kay? I'll be back in a second." Keith hums from his place on the couch, looking like he was practically melting into it. Damn. Those are some really good pills. Matt takes another second to make sure Keith doesn't go anywhere (not like he could, but ya know. Just in case) before he runs to his makeshift guest room to dress in something equally as comfy, grab his bag of goodies and run back to Keith before anyone spots him or finds Keith. They'd probably be too busy with everything, now that Lotor is now king, but whatever.
When he steps back into the common room, Keith was still where he left him, if not a lot more out of it. Matt deposits the bag by his feet as he sits.
"Hey, Keith? You okay there?" Keith blinks, eyes falling back on Matt.
"I.. I think so? I kinda don't know where I'm at." Matt presses his lips together against a giggle. Damn, he's so high.
"It's okay. You're in the living room at the castle. I'ma take care of you, yeah?" Matt takes out a drink pouch, helping Keith to hold it. Keith hums, taking a long swig from the straw. Matt takes his own, sitting back and enjoying the cool drink. "How are you feeling?" Keith takes another moment to answer, like it took a while for him to compute the question.
"Weird."
"Weird..?"
"Yeah.. Kinda dizzy. Weightless? But heavy." Keith wore such a confused face. "Not good…" Matt sits up, brows furrowed as he looks over Keith.
"Think you can eat? It should help you feel better." Keith gives a little groan like chewing was the worst thing to do but Matt grabs the bag of stolen chips and pops them open. "C'mon. Open. Ahhhh~" Matt mimics and opens his mouth, grabbing a chip to feed Keith when he finally complies. He didn't so much as chew it but rather waited for it to dissolve in his mouth before swallowing. They spend the next few minutes like this, Matt feeding Keith and making him take sips until he saw a change in his demeanor.
Keith takes a breath, sinking back into the couch cushions. Matt smiles, sitting much the same again.
"Feeling better?" He asks, patting his stomach playfully. Keith hums, glancing down at his hand. He places his own over his.
"Thank you." He says, more down-to-earth but still pretty high if his pupils said anything about it. "You're so nice. What was I gonna do without you?" He kind of slurs, turning his head to rest against the back of the couch to look at Matt. He might've been too high to realize he didn't let go of Matt's hand but that was fine by him.
Matt chuckles. "I'm sure you would have muscled through it like an Edgelord™." Matt rests his head on the back of the couch, facing him sideways. Keith's fingers are absentmindedly tapping along on the top of his hand. For how much he knows Keith trains, he doesn't have that bad of a callous on his fingers. Barely any on his hands.
"'M sorry." Matt hums.
"What for?"
"For fallin' asleep. I left m' phone on the bed this mornin'." He kind of slurs. Matt hums again, using his free hand to feed him another chip, popping one into his mouth.
"It's okay. You need your rest." Keith hums, not really able to give another argument as Matt feeds him another chip. "Coulda sworn you'd be saying something like, 'sleep is for the weak,' or something." Keith chuckles.
"Sounds like somethin' Kolivan would say." A moment. "Those chips are really good." Matt grins.
"Aren't they? Pidge has the best taste in junk food." He feeds another one to Keith, who seems to have forgotten he had arms. Or a body. Who knows what Keith had forgotten up there in Keith-high-land. "So, tell me about the mission." Keith gives another hum, docilly opening his mouth to be fed when Matt holds up another chip.
"I honestly had no idea what was happening, like, 90% of the time. At all." He giggles to himself, more tapping of his fingers on Matt's hand. "Didn't even know what the Kral Zera was. Or what it meant, anything. Literally. And then, oh! Then," Keith looks at him exasperatedly. "Wait, no. First, we were just gonna blow the whole thing up, right? Cuz fuck stealth, that's why." He pouts. Matt chuckles and nods, feeding him another chip. "But then," he pauses again, narrowing his eyes in thought. "Yeah, then, I hear Black's roar and I was like, what the fuck?" Keith raises the hand atop his with the appropriate hand gesture.
"Seriously, what the fuck?" Matt mimics, getting ready to retract his hand when Keith's hand comes back down on his hand.
"Right? So I go and check it out, and there's Black. And fucking Lotor. And we had just set the damn bombs!" He sighs, rapping his fingers along Matt's knuckles. His other hand hand come to join, trailing the groves in between his fingers. "So I went back, and tried to disable all the bombs. And when I ran into Ilun and Vrek and told them we couldn't set them off, you know what they said?"
Matt gasps playfully. "They didn't."
"They did."
"Those bitches." Keith giggles a bit at his cursing.
"Yeah. So I tried to disabled them. And then realized I jus' couldn't disable them all, cuz they were all timed individually, and I was like, well fuck. And that's when I jumped and grabbed Lotor and—" Keith made explosion noises, raising Matt's hand and letting it flop down a couple times to imitate his crash. "And you know the result. I really don't know how I fought the rest of the battle." He hums as he eats another chip that was fed.
"Like a damn boss is how." Matt chuckles, licking his fingers and setting the empty bag elsewhere. Keith smiles again, a little dopily, and Matt is gonna blame it on the painkillers, but there wasn't a doubt in his mind that Soft Keith™ is the best Keith.
"How was your day?" Keith asks, letting his head loll to the side. His fingers were still making swipes along Matt's hand absentmindedly and Matt scoots in a little closer, sitting hip to hip, careful to move without jostling Keith's hold on his hand.
"Well, it wasn't as exciting as yours but—" Matt starts, breaking into his normal storytelling mode. He whips out his phone with his free hand to show some pictures he took of the day's adventures. He talked until Keith's movements slowed and he felt a weight leaned against his side, Keith's head slipping onto his shoulder, his breath soft against his neck.
Matt stays quiet for another moment, seeing if he were truly asleep before smiling to himself.
"So cute." He hums, kissing Keith's head before he starts to move, careful to not jostle Keith to waking (though how that would be possible at the moment is beyond him). Matt slips his arm behind Keith, slowly lowering himself on his back, Keith cuddled up to his side, but mostly on top. Matt has to stop himself from squealing at the picture Keith painted.
Matt bites his lip, giving into temptation as he gently lets Keith's hand slip from his, setting it down by his side, and grabs his phone, flipping it to camera mode. He angles it just so— snapping a close-up picture of Keith sleeping and holds his breath after the camera shutter clicks. Keith stays asleep and Matt lets out a slow breath, smiling to himself as he puts on a shoujo filter, complete with the flowers and swirls.
"So perfect." He holds the phone with his left, letting the one near the couch absentmindedly rub Keith's back, moving their legs out onto the couch as comfortably as they could have them.
Matt didn't know how much time had passed, with Keith asleep and him just chilling, when his phone buzzed with a message. He blinks, opening the lock.
Pigeon;
23:15; MAAAAAAATTTTT! Are you still on the ship? Come help me with something!
Matt hums, a grin forming on his lips.
23:16; Can't.
23:16; Cat paralysis.
Matt purses his lips on a snicker at her response.
23:17; WHAT?! WHAT CAT? WE DON'T HAVE CATS ON THE SHIP, DO WE?
Matt grins again, flipping to camera mode and giving a kissy face to the camera, being sure to get Keith snoozing against his chest, cute even with that awful bruise along his cheek. Made him look like some adorable alley cat.
23:19; … Is that Keith?
Matt snorts, quickly going to edit the photo with Keith with black cat years and cute whiskers, even going so far as giving him a little black button nose.
23:21; /picture sent/
23:21; Whot? No. Obviously, it's a cat.
Matt chances a glance down to see Keith completely asleep through all of that. He smiles, picking up the phone when he feels the vibrations in his hand.
Pigeon;
23:25; Omg. I have to send this to the team.
Matt nearly jerks to a sitting position.
23:25; No! Kitty is for mine eyes only! ⁞ つ: •̀ ⌂ •́ : ⁞-︻╦̵̵͇̿̿̿̿══╤─
23:25; But seriously. Don't send it to anyone.
23:26; I don't want Keith to be teased about it.
About being open, vulnerable, trusting. Surely, even in jest and with love, Keith would see it as his trust being broken if he were to find out this picture got around to everyone. Big bad Marmorite Keith, showing weakness and it being paraded around the galactic net? Yeah, that wouldn't end well.
Pigeon;
23:27; Oh, yeah. I got it. I won't send it. Cross my heart.(◕ฺ‿◕ฺ✿ฺ)
To Pigeon;
23:27; Yu don't have a heart, Satan ^(#´)_Ψ････・･†_(ﾟｰﾟ*)β MAY THE POWEER OF CHRIST COMPEL YOUU
Pigeon;
23:28; Ugh. Fine. Swear on my newest Killbot Phantasm I: Journey to the Depths of the Demonsphere. (＠＿｀＠)
To Pigeon;
23:29; Much better, Satan. I accept your swear.
Pigeon;
23:29; Actually, it's pronounced Sah-teen.
Matt snorts, covering his mouth before he burst into laughter at the reference.
23:30; G'night loser.
Matt smiles.
23:30; G'night my demonic honey bunches of oats. (｡・‧̫・｡).*＊
Matt sets down his phone, glancing at at Keith who still sept quite peacefully. Taking a liberty, Matt threads his fingers through Keith's hair, marveling at the thickness and softness. Matt works his fingers along his scalp and pauses when Keith intakes a sharp breath, only to exhale and wiggle closer.
Matt lets out a breath he was holding, fingers automatically going back to their previous actions. With a hum, he snuggles into the couch and subsequently into a more cuddly position with Keith. As he gets comfortable, he couldn't help placing another kiss to Keith's sleeping head.
Matt could probably rest here forever.
Pigeon;
03:32; WAIT JUST A FUCKING COTTON-PICKIN' MINUTE…
03:32; ARE THOSE MY FUCKING CHIPS IN THE BACKGROUND?!
A/N: Have another chapter! And just wow, does not like emoticons... Just uhhhh easier to read it o ao3 lmao