Yeah, yeah, hold your horses... [ because after all they'd been through in the last twenty minutes, sitting with keith on his bed while his underpants is on full display doesn't really seem that strange in comparison...

or maybe he's just grown complacent.

either way, he has to rummage through the desk for a pen first, because keith's fixation on paper made even him forget the actual writing part. he plops himself down in the middle of the bed, thoughtfully away from the pillow so it doesn't smell like red light district when he finally falls face-first into it. he toes his shoes off and sits crosslegged, using one knee to act as his desk. ]

Okay, shoot.

[ he looks up at keith expectantly.

then he frowns.

pokes keith on the leg with that pen. ]

Hey — no sleeping till this gets finished! You made it sound so dang important...