Shiro’s eyes flicker down to Keith’s hand, outstretched in the precious little space between them. The light from the hall shines across the dark shadows under his eyes, highlights the weary lines of thin cheeks. He hasn’t moved away.
Shiro’s gaze trails from Keith’s hand to Keith’s face. Keith remains still, patient, patient, steady. This is a turning. This is a precipice. This is a decision. There’s so much Keith can’t do for Shiro: can’t be with him during the full moon. Can’t find the key to that collar. Can’t set Shiro free, in voice or in body or in spirit. Can’t, can’t, can’t.
This, though, Keith can. Keith can give this, but it has to be Shiro’s choice.
“Would it help?” Keith whispers. Shiro jerks his head up fully, startled. The dilemma is plain in the shock, the naked longing etched across his face. Keith waits.
And then - bravely, desperately, with so much exhausted yearning that it takes Keith’s breath away - Shiro nods.
More from the Shiro werewolf AU, this time with Keith. Word magic by @butteredonions, who never ceases to ruin me.