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“Are you cold?” Shiro asked.
Keith buried himself deeper under the covers. The very thin covers that didn’t do much to keep out the chill. “I’m fine.”
“I can hear your teeth chattering from here.” Shiro sounded amused.
Keith made a face under the covers. “I’ll be fine as soon as it warms up a little.”
It hadn’t really warmed up at all, but Keith had lived in a desert for a year. He could deal with it.
“Come over here,” Shiro said. “I’ll warm you up.”
Keith snorted. The cots they’d been given were barely big enough for one person, let alone two. “We won’t fit.”
“Yes, we will. Trust me.”
And, well…he always trusted Shiro.
Keith took a deep breath and braced himself, and then darted across the room to the other cot. Shiro lifted his blanket and Keith practically dove into bed beside him.
The cot really wasn’t big enough for both of them, but Shiro turned so they were spooning, his right arm tucked firmly around Keith.
Already it was five times warmer than his own lonely cot had been. Keith sighed in relief.
Then he realized Shiro’s arm was even warmer. And glowing.
Keith looked down at it. “What the–”
“I’ve been practicing with it,” Shiro said quietly. “I feel like there should be more I can do with it than just being a weapon. So far, this is all I’ve found, but…”
“It’s good.” Keith traced over the lines on Shiro’s arm. “You’ve got your own personal space heater.”
Shiro laughed, his breath ghosting along the back of Keith’s neck. “It comes in hand-y.”
Keith groaned and swatted his arm. “That was terrible.”
Shiro poked him. “Not as bad as space heater.”
“How was that a joke?”
“We’re in space, Keith.”
“Oh. Yeah.”
Shiro laughed again, the whole cot shaking with it. Somehow, that made Keith feel warmer than being sandwiched between Shiro’s body and his arm.
“Are you still cold?” Shiro asked.
Keith shook his head and linked his fingers with Shiro’s. “Not even a little.”
Shiro kissed the back of his head. “Told you we’d fit.”
Keith smiled and snuggled back into Shiro. “I’m glad you were right.”