It really is so small and so big a change all at once. A turn ever so slightly to face something that had woven its way around them when they were both trying so hard not to pay attention to it. It's so subtle a shift. But it's also downright monumental, the way such a simple thing as Shiro's fingers in his hair feel, the fact that there's nothing stopping him from letting his own touch wander, fingertips tracing along that strong jawline, the calloused pad of his thumb brushing over his cheek.

Keith watches Shiro as he speaks, violet eyes never breaking from that striking gray gaze. Making it through mistakes. Yeah. Keith can do that. That he has experience with, mistakes and moving through them. Sure this is a new arena but he's moving through it with Shiro. That makes the ground feel more certain beneath his feet.

"If it's not in your power, then I'll come for you," Keith informs him, but he thinks the other man may already know. He's been ready to tear down solar systems in between if he has to, to get to Shiro if the other needs him. It's another facet of this thing between them that remains the same.

For just a moment his gaze drops to the various bed parts.

"You're right. We should." Keith agrees, because Shiro is right. But agreement or not, that doesn't change how badly Keith wants to kiss him. The hand at his face draws down to his chin, coaxing Shiro to turn back to face him properly so Keith can surge up and claim his lips in another kiss. Just one more and then they can do the responsible thing. That's what he tells himself anyway.