"Good. I like your coffee." Keith makes it better than he does. It's really hard to think about making breakfast and coffee when his thoughts stray to the idea of going right back into their room and letting matters take their course. He smoothes out his shirt and fixes his hair a bit instead.

If at all possible, it makes him look messier. He lets it go. Shiro reaches for Keith's reaching hand and settles his hand in his, lacing their fingers together. "We can fix up the bed when we're done."