[There are still so many questions left in the back of his mind about James and the people he's seen in the past, the time he nearly did just forget about him and move on, but between the option of breaking away to ask and kissing like none of those questions matter, Keith prefers the latter. It already hurt listening to that tiny portion of it, and though he knows pretending that it's just them is just that, the present also is occupied with soft, pleasant kisses and he kisses back in earnest.
The arm wrapped around James' back moves up towards his hair, and without thinking about it, he frowns into the kiss at the sensation of gelled hair between his fingers. After another moment, he has to stop kissing because there's laughter bubbling in this throat. Nostalgic as fuck.]
... you seriously did your hair to go on a mission?
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The arm wrapped around James' back moves up towards his hair, and without thinking about it, he frowns into the kiss at the sensation of gelled hair between his fingers. After another moment, he has to stop kissing because there's laughter bubbling in this throat. Nostalgic as fuck.]
... you seriously did your hair to go on a mission?