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Shiro, who was more like Lance as a kid, lets Adam grow on him the longer they live together. Shiro, who handles every dispute between the paladins in the same way Adam would teach. Shiro, who ultimately misses Adam even if he’s with Curtis, because the Adam in him is slowly fading. Shiro, who begins to act more like Curtis. Shiro who misses his old self.
Lance: I just wanna be like Shiro. In charge. In control. Always on top. Shiro (thoughtfully): Technically, in both my relationships, I was… not exactly top. Lance: … Keith: Oh. I thought you were talking about leadership. Lance: No, Keith. But thanks for clarifying in the worst way possible.
As his eyes slowly blink open, the sound of beeping infiltrates Shiro’s ears, and he groans. Bright sunlight filters in through the window and into the blurry room. With trembling forearm, he tries to sit up, grabbing his glasses off the side table and focusing his vision.
“You’re awake.” His gaze catches on Curtis, who holds a closed book in his lap. Curtis looks tired, but relieved, a gentle smile creasing the lines around his eyes.
“How long—“
“Just five hours.” Just. Even if Curtis looks at him with understanding, embarrassment flushes Shiro’s face. Five hours he’d kept Curtis waiting at his bedside.
Now that he’s properly awake, he can see how uncomfortable and sterile the hospital room is. Thin, ratty curtains hang framing the window. The floors and ceiling are both white. Curtis, sitting beside him, is in a stiff, plastic chair.
“I’m sorry.” Shiro’s left hand pushes at his face, rubbing his eyes and twisting to adjust his hair.
“Don’t be,” Curtis rolls his eyes, smile flattening slightly. “I know you can’t help it. You keep me safe. It’s sweet.”
A sharp pain in Shiro’s side only causes the guilt to fester. He pulls back the thin white sheet he’s under, feels under his hospital gown for the thick bandages wrapped around his chest and his stomach.
“Not gonna call me stupid?”
“You already know you’re stupid,” Curtis plainly states, narrowing his eyes. “If Keith and Lance hadn’t been there, you’d probably have seven more cuts. Idiot.” It sounds pained and fond all at once coming from his mouth.
Memories flash through Shiro’s mind. Shopping for the reunion barbecue with Curtis, Keith, and Lance. Getting separated in the store, then cornered by a thin, wild-eyed man with shaking hands. Trying to calm down the panicked man on his own, slowly approaching him with rational words of reality and war being over.
He hadn’t accounted for a knife.
Keith turning a corner before it all went dark.
Shiro blinks it all away.
“You’re alive. That’s all I need, for now.” Curtis reaches to place a firm hand on Shiro’s chest, eyes searching.
Gratefulness blooms where his hand is placed, spreading warmly through Shiro’s limbs. He can’t help but smile, eyes tearing up. Shiro sucks in a shaky, rattling breath.
“I’m really bad at retirement,” he admits, throat tight.
“The worst,” Curtis agrees.
“I love you,” Shiro whispers, ignoring the tight jabs of injury to place his hand over Curtis’.
“I love you, too.”
This episode’s only saving grace is that its last shot is a gay kiss.
(Though, in truth, it is likely only like this because it makes it easier to cut out for countries that censor LGBTQ rep.)
What a miracle comeback by the Knicks. Lead series 3-1. What a win to experience in Knicks playoff history.
Shiro and Curtis are going nuts at the game having to witness that. Yes! GO NEW YORK! GO NEW YORK GO!
Shiro asks Keith to be his best man and plan Shiro and Curtis' wedding. Keith runs himself ragged trying to give Shiro the best wedding possible, and the event goes off without a hitch. Shiro thanks him profusely at the reception and Keith half-heartedly grumbles that while he did it because Shiro deserved the best after everything he'd gone through in space, planning this wedding was the most stressful thing he'd ever accomplished and now Shiro owed him one. Shiro laughs and lets him leave to catch his breath and Keith sneaks out onto a roof somewhere where he can oversee the festivities without having to participate in them himself.
James spots him from the crowd and joins him on the roof, a bottle in hand. The two sit on the roof sharing the bottle and shooting the breeze. After the war ended, the two grew close again, just like when they were kids, but they never really put a label on their relationship either, just like when they were kids.
The two of them are watching the crowd beneath them and making drole commentary. Without taking his eyes off the scene in front of him, Keith hands James something- a ring. Without taking his eyes off the scene in front of them, James puts it on. Simple as that.
They know the two of them will stumble into Keith's room later, kiss-drunk and messy. They know they'll wake up tomorrow morning whispering plans for the future into each other's ears. They know that James will insist on making the marriage out to be a grand affair and Keith will be relieved of his wedding planning duties as he laughingly watches his fiance turn into Bridezilla. But for now they just sit and watch the world turn around them.
(Shiro is shocked to find that he'll be cashing in his favor sooner than expected.)
Should Takashi Shirogane and Curtis divorce?
Yes, absolutely
No, their love is forever
No, they're perfect for each other (derogatory)
They should divorce remarry and divorce again that's how divorced they should be
I don't know these characters but they look cute together
I don't know these characters but they should divorce
I have zero opinion on their relationship status
Reason:
The Queer Bait and Switch of all time