Shiro felt Keith's hand and sparks flew up his arms sharply. It was like an electric eel's sting each time they touched and it make Shiro's heart race. He squeezed Keith's hand back, stroking along the top of his palm with his thumb and then fell into Keith's eyes, watching them silently reassure him. He wished he could speak to him, wished he could communicate with more than drawings because he wanted to tell him just how much his gestures meant. He wanted to say how much he missed having something to return to and how he would fight to keep that. He tore his eyes away to watch Keith draw and his heart raced, seeing that Keith held the same sentiment.

He saw Keith draw bandages and he stroked over the one covering his arm. He leaned his head against Keith's shoulder and closed his eyes. From the drawings, Shiro could sense the sadness in Keith, that he didn't want to have to help him, but that he would, because neither of them had a choice. In that moment he felt safe and he wanted to thank Keith. He wanted to tell him what this made him feel, to have something - someone to return to that would care for him meant so much to Shiro. He would fight for his life for Keith and get back to him, because he was the only sense of safety that he had. Shiro buried his head into the crook of Keith's neck and breathed in slowly. Keith's smell was wild and warm. He wouldn't forget it. It surrounded him with a feeling of calm security and he promised himself that he would come back to it.

He breathed slowly and concentrated, using his telepathy carefully, [i]"Keith.. I will come back to you.. I promise. You are my safety. I will come back for you."[/i]