Normally the sound of an alarm, or any sound really, would be enough to jerk Keith straight out of whatever sleep he may be in, no matter how deep. But. Maybe he's too warm or too content, or maybe the fact that he can feel the rise and fall of Shiro's chest as he breathes, he only buries his face more securely where he's got it tucked up against the other's back as if in denial of morning.

Except.

He does feel movement and slowly one violet eye cracks open to find himself pressed quite close up against a familiar, strong, broad back and oh. He definitely didn't start out this close last night.

Huh. He half wonders if he ought to move away, play it off, if he should be embarrassed that apparently he got clingy in his sleep. But there isn't a single cell in his body that wants to move at all that right now. So instead he shuts his eyes again and mumbles a sleepy, "'Morning, Shiro..."