It is definitely a challenged to stay focused on much of anything right now, when the memory of being pinned to the door, by Shiro's body pressed close and solid and unyielding is still extremely fresh in his mind. But here they are, and Keith is soldiering on.

Watching Shiro try to put himself in order and fail helps. Keith has to look away to hide the grin that wants to rise. He tightens his fingers around Shiro's just briefly, before nodding.

"Right. The bed. Sounds like a plan." So long as they get there without being sidetracked this time. Probably doable. For now though, breakfast.