"You always have. You let me decide what to do..." It's true. In a world where everyone even the man he loved kept shutting him down and trying to say what he could and couldn't do.... Keith had never pushed. He had gotten a little heated in his arguments but the reason it had been so easy to open up to him...he had never felt pressure to do it.

Shiro presses a kiss to the side of his face and lets go of him just enough to open the door. "So. I can manage eggs and bacon. That good enough?" The idea of being able to do that much is nice. He doesn't see a need to be fancy or surprising. They're pretty practical. He releases him at last and steps out into the hall and turns to face. His eyes are warm and he looks rumpled, messy, but happy.

He makes no move to cover the marks on his neck.