[ oh. oh.

that explains... well, that explains just about everything, and noctis' heart hurts for him. keith, his keith is the sweetest, softest boy underneath all that many defensive layers. he might come across as abrasive and intense, he might not catch pop culture references, but noctis loves him as he is; loves his courageous, heroic heart, loves just how much he feels. he knows every inch of him and adores it, and when he gets between his thighs on his knees, noctis is immediately reaching down to haul him up. ]

Keith... [ he breathes, because he shouldn't be on his knees, he shouldn't even be just like this with him. two years is one hell of a long time -- if he thought a month was torture, it's nothing compared to twenty-four times of that. he's frowning, tugging him into his arms and rolling him over onto his back once he'd gotten keith properly with him.

he's pressing his forehead to his, aching. ] I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby. You went without for so long, fought for so long --

[ fuck voltron, noctis never wants him to leave his side again. or maybe... maybe next time, noctis could come with him. his hand comes to cover the blade's tattoo, squeezing hard -- another change, without him. keith has gone so long without him. ]

You're here now. You're with me now. I'm gonna keep you by my side no matter what.