The door clicks open, and for one particularly wild moment, Keith very vividly pictures grabbing Shiro by his shirt, hauling him back into the room, slamming the door shut and kissing him until he forgets everything but Keith's name. It's a very tempting bit of imagination, but he pushes it aside, with a monumental effort and turns to follow Shiro out into the hall.

"Sounds perfect." And it does. Simple and practical works for him. For them. It's nice.

Keith is a mess too, hair in full disarray and likely beyond help, clothes disheveled. He catches sight of one of the marks he left on Shiro's neck and doesn't even bother trying to disguise the grin, terribly pleased with himself for it. Without a word, he starts walking, reaching out to catch Shiro's fingers with his own as he steps parallel with him and continues moving forward. "I'll make the coffee."