Warmth, wrapped around him and holding him safe, was the first sensation Shiro felt as his mind quietly transitioned from his dream world to the world inside of his bedroom. He couldn't remember a time when his bed had felt so comfortable, when he had awoken in this specific room with the feeling of comfort so intimately wound around him. With a smile, Shiro turned further onto his side to cuddle Keith tighter to his body.

When they were younger Keith would often crash in Shiro's bed, preferring the company of Shiro and his grandfather over the noisy multi-bed rooms at the orphanage. Naps after school, sleepovers on weekends, Keith became a constant presence in Shiro's room and a faithful cuddle buddy. Those memories were innocent in Shiro's mind, two friends who had always been more comfortable with each other than the rest of the world. Keith had always fired him up and calmed him down in the most beautiful ways.

Then Adam had happened. When Adam became Shiro's boyfriend, the sleepovers with Keith disappeared. Shiro wasn't sure if they had ever discussed stopping their habit of sharing a bed, but he remembered all the nights spent tossing and turning, wishing Keith was by his side and drooling on his pillow. He often wondered if Keith missed those nights as well, and he found himself lightly tracing Keith's cheek bones as he contemplated asking.

Shiro's heart fluttered in his chest when Keith sighed in his sleep, Shiro's name slipping sleepily from his lips. Unable to keep himself from leaning forward, Shiro placed a tender kiss to the corner of Keith's mouth. "Good morning," he whispered, fingertips still making trails over Keith's skin.

"Sleep is better with you," Keith heard himself say the words, his sleep-hazed mind uninhibited in the thoughts it was willing to share. Burying his face in Shiro's chest, Keith tried to hide his embarrassment over the breathless confession.

"I've always slept better with you in my arms," Shiro admitted, listening to Keith's breath catch and tightening his hold around Keith's body. Keith was soft and warm, and Shiro closed his eyes, committing the feeling to memory. "Keith… are pancakes still your favorite?"

An idea had settled in his mind in the twilight of his wakefulness the night before and Shiro had returned to it immediately upon waking. Once, when Keith had spent the night in Shiro's bed, Shiro had woken up early and snuck downstairs to take over his grandfather's kitchen. Although his first five pancakes had been regrettably burnt, he had managed to make a stack of passable pancakes by the time Keith had stumbled into the room, rumpled and comfy in the shirt he had borrowed from Shiro.

Seeing Keith in his clothes once again and remembering the way Keith used to curl his knees into Shiro's shirts as he sat happily devouring breakfast in Shiro's childhood home had set off a burning need for sappy moments deep inside of Shiro's soul. He wasn't sure when he would get another morning with Keith and Shiro intended to make this one count. Pressing a kiss on Keith's forehead, Shiro nudged him for an answer, laughing when he realized Keith had dozed off again.

"Hmm?" Keith's question was only a small noise, his face tilting to press his cheek more firmly onto Shiro's chest. "Pancakaes?" His mind stirred when he realized the extra syllable he added to the word and he immediately groaned when Shiro started laughing.

"I don't know how to make pancakaes, but pancakes I can offer." Shiro jumped when Keith bit him just above the nipple. "Hey, don't start or you'll starve." He bit his bottom lip when Keith ventured lower, nipping at a Shiro's nipple. "Keith…"

"Fine," Keith conceded, flicking his tongue over Shiro's nipple just to hear the sharp inhale of Shiro's breath. "Want help?" He had no desire to climb out of Shiro's bed or to let Shiro climb out of the bed, but if that was the only option to stay close to Shiro then he would sacrifice the extra sleep.

"Actually…" Shiro felt his cheeks blush, his eyes focusing on his headboard instead of Keith's face as Keith finally moved to look at him. "I had this idea… it's cheesy but… can I bring you breakfast here? In bed, I mean." At some point Shiro should have asked Matt for lessons on being smoother or at least slightly less embarrassingly awkward than his normal state of being. He couldn't make eye contact with Keith, not wanting to see the potential face his boyfriend was making.

"You want to make me breakfast in bed?" Keith's voice was barely audible, the lovely hint of shock painting every word. He refused to admit that he had fantasized about this very idea starting at the time that he was thirteen and Shiro had made his first set of horribly inedible pancakes. There was no way he was going to tell Shiro that buried in his laptop was a scene, written only for himself, of Voltron's Takashi gingerly delivering a breakfast tray to a healing Voltron Keith in the hospital. It had been self-indulgent but Keith had written it to quell the ache that had always lived in his heart.

Taking a chance at glancing down at Keith, Shiro felt his heart leave his body. Keith was wide-eyed, cheeks tinted pink and looking like he was a million miles away. "Yes?" Shiro answered the question that he wasn't sure Keith had meant to ask out loud. "You can go back to sleep and I will bring it up here. Then we can stay here… just us… for… I don't know… however long…" His thoughts faded to black when Keith leaned up to kiss him.

"I would love that," Keith smiled, brushing Shiro's bangs off of his head, "so much actually." He flopped back onto the pillow, feeling his happiness blanketing him in a way that Shiro's worn quilt could never do. Happily accepting the kiss Shiro offered, Keith wrapped his arms around Shiro's bare shoulders, memorizing the moment so he could keep it forever.

When Shiro left the room a few minutes later, throwing a wink over his shoulder and promising to be right back, Keith found it impossible to go back to sleep. Dreaming seemed unneeded when all of his dreams were becoming realities. Unable to sit still, Keith crawled over the bed, retrieving his laptop from his forgotten bag and pulling his glasses from their protective pocket. Settling back in the comfort of Shiro's pillows, Keith set out to use his energy to keep building the world that he couldn't wait to share.

Footsteps on the staircase had Shiro looking up from his frying pan, bacon sizzling and crackling in greeting when Matt plodded into the room. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, Matt threw himself onto the counter and stole a pancake from the impressively growing stack next to the stove.

"Getting you laid was the best idea I've ever had," Matt spoke with his mouth full, taking another aggressive bite and showing it to Shiro when Shiro poked him in the cheek. "Where is lover boy?" Shoving the rest of his stolen pancake into his mouth, Matt jumped off the counter in pursuit of the fridge.

"In bed," Shiro smiled. Keith was in his bed, waiting for Shiro to bring him breakfast. The thought alone was enough to make Shiro feel thrillingly giddy.

"Wore him out?" Matt asked, nearly spilling juice from the carton down the front of his shirt when Shiro swatted him with the spatula. "I'm going to forgive you for that," Matt wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, recapping the juice and setting in back in the fridge, "only because happy Shiro really is the best Shiro."

"Sappy Matt scares me," Pidge threw herself down in the nearest chair, letting her head drop on the table. "I was sleeping on the couch but you two are as loud as ever." Grumpily she smacked at Matt's attempts to ruffle her hair. "Feed me, Seymour," she grumbled, wrapping a hand around the coffee cup Shiro placed next to her head. "This is why I like you better."

Snickering, Shiro returned to his place at the stove, plating the last of the food and pulling the eggs warming in the oven to be added to the spread on the table. Behind him, he had a carefully organized tray of two full plates and coffee to carry down the hallway to Keith.

"That's so cheesy and I love it," Matt commented, eyebrows raising when Shiro turned with the tray in his hands. "Domestic bliss," he sighed, hands under his chin and eyelashes fluttering to mock Shiro.

"Shut up." Shiro concentrated on navigating the tray in his hands safely toward the hallway and not on Matt's relentless teasing. "Be a good host when Allura and Coran wake up, okay?" Not waiting for an answer, Shiro headed down the hall back to Keith.

A knock on the door had Keith pulling himself away from the depths of space taking shape on his computer screen. "Come in," he called, pushing his glasses into his hair, tilting the lid to his laptop closed.

"Good, you're up." Allura stepped into the room, tablet in hand and cell phone tucked underneath it. "Big news."

Sitting further up in the bed, Keith drew his knees to his chest. For reasons he didn't want to explore, his stomach felt sick despite the smile illuminating Allura's face. Not speaking, Keith only raised one eyebrow when Allura looked at him.

"The studio wants us, well you specifically, to come out and look at some of the designs in person. They already have prototypes, but they are making modifications based on Shiro's ideas." Allura flicked the screen of her tablet, eyes scanning whatever was in front of her. "I don't know what you said to them when you sent over Shiro's notes, but they want him to come to. They want to offer him a job, Keith."

"What…" The words wouldn't land in Keith's brain, like moths bouncing off of summer porch lights. Letting his knees drop, he sat up to gape at Allura.

"The studio, they want to hire Shiro for engineering and tech design. They sent me the proposed contract, it is… well it's quite generous and includes the flexibility to allow him to potentially travel with us for a while on this tour. I hope he won't mind that I said I was his manager as well, I promise not to take commission." She stopped speaking and Keith continued to bore holes into the lines of the quilt with his furrowed stare.

"When?" Finally pulling himself from his own jumbled thoughts, Keith rested on the headboard and turned to more fully face Allura. "When do they need a decision? And when would we have to fly out?"

"Well, as far as we're concerned, we will leave tomorrow. I have chartered a plane to California and we will do the same on Thursday to make sure we arrive at our next scheduled destination on time. They want Shiro to come immediately as well, if he accepts their offer." Allura shifted her weight, watching Keith intently.

Keith had hoped that they would have the day together, that maybe Shiro would ask Keith to stay longer and Keith could convince Allura to let him fly out closer to their next event. The thought of leaving the next morning had already made him sick, but knowing that he would have no choice in the matter now made his stomach clench painfully.

Selfishly he wanted to spring from the bed, run into the kitchen and declare to Shiro that there might be a way for him to stay in Keith's world a little longer. They wouldn't have to navigate the complications of a long distance relationship, something that Keith longed for despite Shiro's reassurances that they would find a way to make it work. Shiro wouldn't have to sit at a desk anymore and he could work on something extraordinary and out of this world, the way Shiro had always wanted to do.

The thoughts were selfish though and Keith knew it. Shiro had a life here, a home, a job, and friends who were family. Throughout his life Shiro had always made decisions to make others happy and Keith wasn't going to let him do that this time.

"I want you to tell him when I'm not around." Holding up a hand, Keith stopped Allura's argument in its tracks. "I know, I know, it sounds crazy… but I don't want him to know I know." Peering down at his hands, Keith idly laced his fingers in a loose thread. "You don't understand… Shiro… he wants everyone to be happy, so much so that he would sacrifice his own happiness for it. He followed a boyfriend here to college, and I know for a fact it wasn't even his first choice of school. I can't…" Keith closed his eyes, pushing down the threat of tears. "I can't have him do that for me. It's his life, it's his decision and if you tell him… and he thinks that I don't know… then maybe he'll make it for himself for once." Banging his head on the headboard, Keith willed himself not to cry.

The bed dipped, Allura sitting demurely on the edge of it and reaching out to rest a hand on Keith's knee. "But you want him to say yes, right? You are also very good at sacrificing your own happiness. I promise not to sway him in one way or another, but I want you to tell me what you want."

"I want him to be happy." The words felt natural as they filled the space around them. All Keith had ever wanted was for Shiro to be happy and the truth buried itself in his stomach, breaking through the sadness and the sickness building there. "Of course I want him with me. I've written us a thousand fairy tale endings in my mind and I can easily dream up another of us working together on the set or Shiro being able to work with the team while touring with us. I could craft the most wonderful life for us. But…" Keith couldn't hold back the hitch in his words. "None of it matters unless Shiro is happy. I want him to choose what will make him happy. So you have to tell him, alone."

Standing from the bed, Allura gathered her tablet and phone, looking over her shoulder. "Alright, I will find the time." She was gone before Keith could argue. Chewing on his bottom lip, Keith found himself lost in thought, wondering how long it would take for Allura to find Shiro and what would happen next. It was out of his hands, but his mind wouldn't stop weaving obsessive circles on the matter.

Taking two steps backwards down the hall, Shiro attempted to wipe the emotion from his face. He wasn't sure what to make of the partial conversation that he had heard and he tried to tell himself not to jump to any conclusions. Whatever they were talking about, Keith had sounded upset and Shiro wanted to know exactly what decision involving himself had made Keith so emotional and why Keith was insisting that Allura be the one to talk to him. Schooling the rising anxiety from his face, Shiro pretended to walk down the hall, greeting Allura as she appeared from his room.

"Good morning," he tried to sound welcoming and winced at the false cheerfulness in his voice. "There's breakfast on the table, although I would hurry because Matt and Pidge eat… a lot…" he smiled when Allura chuckled.

"Thank you, Shiro," she said, placing a hand on his elbow as she moved passed him in the hallway. "We won't take up too much of your space today. Coran and I will head back to the hotel, but you are welcome to keep Keith if you would like." Her cheeky smile made Shiro blush.

"I'd like that," Shiro glanced toward the bedroom, spying Keith's worried looking expression and told himself not to panic. "I promise to bring him back before he turns into a pumpkin."

"That's all I ask," Allura laughed, vanishing around the corner. Shiro listened to her greet Matt and Pidge, smiling at the easy way they all fell into conversation. Deciding they would be fine without him, Shiro turned back toward the bedroom, approaching the bed with cautious footsteps.

"I come bearing breakfast," he declared, telling himself that Keith didn't look beautiful in his current state of pensive tension. Nudging Keith's shoulder with the corner of the tray, Shiro lifted it a little to hide the plates from Keith's view. "Scoot back so we can eat together."

Determined to leave all of his spinning thoughts for later, Keith did as he was told, stretching his legs in front of him and wiggling back to his side of the bed. It amused him how easily they had fallen back into old routines like cuddling and particular sides of the bed and for a moment he forgot the potentially life-altering news Allura had thrown in his lap. Reaching up to help Shiro guide the tray onto the bed, Keith's mouth fell open in shock.

"Are these hippo pancakes?" he asked, plucking the pancake from his plate and holding it up for inspection. "This is the cutest thing I have ever seen. I can't eat him!" The hippo was chubby in all the right places and Shiro had even given his little face a smile. Grinning with his excitement, Keith sat his pancake back on the plate and reached for his phone.

I want to do this forever, every day, for the rest of my life, Shiro thought, fork stalling over his own breakfast. The thought was dangerous, one that had crept in off and on for as long as Shiro could remember. Listening to the sound of Keith giggling with every snap of his phone, Shiro knew that letting Keith leave now would surely kill him.

Except, Keith didn't only belong to Shiro. Keith had a life in Texas, he had fans and commitments and a book tour to finish. They had discussed their distance, listing off ways to find time to talk and text in spite of Shiro's restrictions at work and Keith's hectic schedule, but suddenly it didn't feel like enough. Wanting to keep Keith for himself was the most selfish desire Shiro had ever felt and he couldn't help the feeling of guilt settling into his stomach. Then, Keith turned his bright smile in Shiro's direction, showing him the collage of pictures he had taken with the caption "best boyfriend ever" and Shiro decided that maybe being selfish, even just for a little while, would be alright.

"Shiro?"

His head came up from the sink full of dishes, spying Allura approaching him cautiously. She held a stack of papers in her hand, balanced on top of her tablet which Shiro had begun to think might be permanently attached to its place there. Humming, he shut off the sink, drying his hands on his jeans and turning to lean back on the counter. The beating of his heart throbbed in his ears, his mind immediately flashing back to the conversation he had briefly heard earlier that morning.

"I was wondering if I could have a word with you before I leave," Allura nodded toward the dining room table, moving to take a place at one of the seats. She sat the papers in her hand in front of an empty chair and quietly waited for Shiro to join her.

The quiet of the house felt intimidating after the noise of the last twenty-four hours and Shiro winced when his chair scraped over his wood floor. Keith had gone with Pidge to the bookstore to sign a few pieces of merchandise for another giveaway and Coran had followed Matt toward the shed full of old electronics in the backyard. Keith's voice telling Allura to speak to Shiro alone floated back into Shiro's mind making his stomach swim with uncertainty. Still struggling to speak around the nerves closing his throat, Shiro met Allura's eyes with a curious glance.

"As you know, Keith forwarded your notes and design corrections to the studio." Allura's hands were folded on the table and Shiro mirrored her position, squeezing his fingers together to calm his nerves. Immediately, he wondered if he had made a mistake or overstepped boundaries and made someone upset. The apology he would write began to draft itself in his mind, specifically designed to emphasize that his missteps were not Keith's fault.

"Shiro, are you listening to me?" Allura's hand tapped on his wrist, breaking through the cyclone of thoughts creating mass destruction in Shiro's head. Sheepishly, he shook his head. "Shiro, they loved your input. So much, in fact, that they would like to hire you for this project… and all of the projects surrounding the production of all the Voltron movies."

Feeling struck dumb, Shiro blinked down at the paper Allura was pointing to. His hands shook as he slid them under the stack, angling it to more closely examine the words on the page.

"If you accept, they would like you to fly out with us tomorrow. You are welcome to join us on the plane I have chartered, we have plenty of room." Allura pushed her chair back to stand. "I have reviewed the contract and the terms are more than fair. I don't know your level of fondness for your current employment or if this is even something you would consider, but the offer is there. Of course, I am willing to help you negotiate any unsatisfactory terms if you should want the help."

Shiro couldn't pull himself away from the black and white pages in front of him, even when he registered Allura's footsteps moving out of the room. Through the confused fog in his mind, Shiro heard himself ask, "Does Keith know?" Silence greeted him and he finally tore his eyes away from the document to find Allura's back to him. "Allura, does he know?" He knew the answer, and from where Allura stood, back frigid and tense, Shiro could tell she was debating with herself about telling him the truth.

"I was asked to present this offer to you alone," Allura didn't turn around, her hand grasped the wood of the door frame as she spoke. "I don't know you like I know him, but I know that you both want what is best for each other. As far as I can tell, the best thing for both of you is each other, but the choice is yours. Pursue your happiness is all I can tell you." With the last words of her non-answer, Allura slipped from the room.

"Holy quiznak," Shiro whispered, one hand running through his hair, the other gripping his potential future in a vice grip, unsure of where he was supposed to go from here.

Streetlamps created an eerie yellow light over the road, interrupting the view of the stars above them and highlighting Shiro's face with a soft glow. Curling his hands over the small of Shiro's back, Keith pulled him closer, shivering with the breeze of the night. The metal of Shiro's car was hard against Keith's back, but he welcomed the weight of Shiro's body pressing into his own as they stood tangled together.

Dinner at the Holts' house had brought back so many memories that Keith had almost been convinced that he hadn't missed five years of this weekly tradition. In determination to spoil Keith (rotten according to Pidge), Colleen had called all of her children to the house early, leading them through the crafting of the hand-rolled meatballs. The cold meat had been squishy between Keith's fingers but the kitchen full of laughter had warmed every part of him.

His few hours spent with Pidge in the bookstore had proven to him once again that it was more than just Shiro he had missed. They fell into old habits, teasing and taunting their way through the afternoon. A few fans had approached them where they lay rolling on the ground in shared laughter, and Keith had consented to more selfies and spontaneous autographs. He had taken the opportunity to once again introduce Pidge as his green lion pilot, ruffling her hair and laughing when she punched him in the side.

The minutes had passed quickly, distraction from Allura's inevitable conversation with Shiro being presented every time Keith turned around. They had arrived at the Holts' front door only minutes before Shiro and Matt and the chaos had prevented Keith from accidentally asking Shiro about things he wasn't supposed to know. Even with the close eye he had kept on Shiro throughout the night, Keith couldn't tell if Allura had approached the subject and he found himself becoming increasingly clingy as the night wore on. Convincing himself that Shiro would assume it had to do with their unavoidable separation, Keith let himself constantly linger in Shiro's orbit.

Closing his eyes, Shiro tucked his head onto Keith's shoulder. He smelled like Italian seasonings and Shiro's shampoo, and it made Shiro's heart ache for things he couldn't ask for. Keith had to leave and Shiro had to let him go.

After Allura had left him alone in the dining room, Shiro had spent an hour pouring over every detail of the contract she'd left him with. It was overwhelming, not only in dollar amount, but in the opportunity it presented. This was a project he could have only dreamed about and part of him wanted to jump at the chance without a second thought.

Unfortunately, Shiro did have second, and third, and fourth thoughts.

Keith had asked for Allura to talk with Shiro alone and Shiro still couldn't understand why. If he was a smart man, he would ask Keith directly, but then he would have to admit that he had overheard their conversation and he wasn't sure how that would go over. He didn't have a reasonable thought as to why Keith wouldn't want to be a part of the discussion and that opened the door to other doubts.

He wasn't fond of his job, but he didn't hate it and his team depended on him. It wasn't designing giant robots or even creating anything that really mattered, but Shiro couldn't see himself leaving his employer in a lurch. It was true that Shiro's boss wasn't the most pleasant of men and no one in the office liked their boss, and yet Shiro couldn't wrap his head around quitting without notice.

Plus there was a rhythm to his life that Shiro had grown accustomed to. It had taken him so long to finally feel comfortable in his skin again after losing his arm and he had settled in a place where he no longer had to explain the mechanical part of his body. A new job and a new town meant new people, and Shiro wasn't sure he could handle the new round of explaining his shiny prosthetic.

Keith sighed into Shiro's shoulder, hands tightening their hold on Shiro's back until they were pressed flush together from toes to heads. He didn't know what was going on in Shiro's mind or if he should ask and Keith felt all the words he could possibly say dying on his tongue. If he didn't ask Shiro about the offer then he wouldn't have to hear him reject it.

He did want Shiro to ask him to move to Boston (a realization he came to while stocking books for Pidge). Even though Keith had commitments in other cities, he could write anywhere and even if Shiro didn't want to uproot his life, Keith could easily do so with his own. Shiro hadn't asked though, and Keith had no idea where that left them. Feeling scared to let go, Keith clung to Shiro's back, squeezing his eyes shut and begging himself not to cry.

The sound of tires on asphalt interrupted their silence, the headlights of Keith's ride flooding over them. With a shouted apology from his window, the driver turned off his lights and told Keith to take his time.

"I hate that I have to sleep without you tonight," Shiro couldn't bring himself to look at Keith, knowing that the moment he looked into Keith's eyes his heart would break. "I understand it, but… I don't have to like it."

Chuckling at the obvious pout in Shiro's voice, Keith buried his face into Shiro's jacket. He wanted to imprint the feeling of Shiro in his arms so that he could hold onto the memory for as long as it took for him to return to them. "I don't want you mauled by the paparazzi… and you have work tomorrow…" Keith hoped Shiro couldn't hear the accidental question in his statement.

"Yeah," Shiro responded, his cheeks heating as his mind flickered to the contract he had hastily hidden in a kitchen drawer when Coran and Matt had crashed back into the house. He wanted to ask Keith about his opinion on the matter, but before he could get the words out, Keith's lips were on his. Cupping the back of Keith's head, Shiro let himself fall into the kiss as an excuse to hold onto Keith a little longer.

Breaking away, Keith curled his hands in the front of Shiro's t-shirt. The question was on his tongue, his brain was screaming at him to start the conversation to get an answer. Any answer would suffice, because Keith wasn't going to let Shiro go no matter what his decision was.

"Text me when you get there?" Shiro asked, one hand resting at the crook of Keith's neck and the other squeezing Keith's hip. "I can call you when I get off work."

"Yeah…" Keith tipped his head forward to rest his forehead against Shiro's, "yeah I can do that." Although Shiro hadn't said it explicitly, Keith knew it meant that he was going to California without Shiro. Maybe by the time he got there, Keith would find a way to stop wondering why. "I should go…" he spoke without moving, his stronghold on Shiro's body conveying a different message than his words.

Moving in for one more kiss, Shiro hoped that Keith could feel his love with every press of their lips. Five years hadn't changed Shiro's love for Keith and he was positive that no amount of distance could change it either. Even without a job to bring them closer in physical distance, they didn't have to leave each other. Shiro wanted Keith to understand that, even though he didn't have the right words to express it.

Forcing himself to pull away, Keith slid out from his place between Shiro and his car. Some of his uncertainty had evaporated when Shiro had kissed him, but the remaining pieces continued to pierce his heart.

"Keith," Shiro leaned one hand on his car, waiting until Keith looked back over his shoulder. "I love you."

"And I love you," Keith replied, his smile filled with bittersweet softness. "Goodnight, Shiro."

Standing next to his car, Shiro watched Keith disappear into the back seat of his ride, staying rooted to his spot until the car carrying Keith had vanished from his view. Head spinning with his own building regret, Shiro yanked open his door and threw himself behind the wheel.

At the end of the street, Shiro sat at the stop sign.

To the right was Keith's hotel. There he could find Allura and accept the offer which he had been mulling over for the last handful of hours. He could knock on Keith's door and announce he was going with him. Maybe Keith would throw himself into Shiro's arms and they would stay up all night, making love and celebrating the start of new adventures until they had to stumble toward the plane in sleep-deprived euphoria.

To the left was Shiro's home. His life was dependable and predictable. His friends were wonderful and his life moved at an expected pace. Returning to that life didn't mean the end of his relationship with Keith and he was sure that they would find a way to make their distance work. He was committed to being in love with Keith and choosing to stay where he was comfortable wouldn't change that. If the way Keith kissed him tonight was any indication, it wouldn't change anything for Keith either.

Nodding his head with his own silent decision, Shiro raised a hand to turn on his blinker.