Sometime during the night, he'd leaned back into the warmth tucked up against him. He hasn't slept so soundly since his days in the Garrison. The hustle and bustle of the Shelter waking up and people moving through the halls doesn't rouse him. He'd have slept past his usual wake up time if he hadn't programmed an alarm into his watch.

The shrill sound cuts through the lull. Shiro opens his eyes and shuts it off. His eyes drift to the water and pills on the table. Had they...not put those away? He puts his hand on the bed and starts to rise only to stop.

Soft breathing, a warm body against his back...Shiro looks over his shoulder and his expression turns warm. He settles back down. He'll let Keith sleep.