Trigger Warning: self-harm and other possible triggering themes

Keith hesitated, pulling on his sleeve as he walked straight to Shiro, who was doing the dishes. "Shiro..."

Shiro glanced back with a neutral expression until he saw how insecure and stressed Keith seemed. He stopped what he was doing and fully turned around, "You okay?"

Keith shifted on his feet. He wasn't good at admitting this stuff. "I don't... I feel..."

Shiro's gaze went from intense concern to a soft understanding, "Hey, it's okay."

Keith looked down at the floor, "I think I'm gonna..."

Shiro hugged him, kissing his earlobe, "It's okay. Thank you for telling me. How can I help you?"

Keith bit his lip, leaning against him, "I don't know..."

Shiro kissed him again, "It's okay. Do you want to watch some television? You can sit with me on the couch."

Keith pondered, then nodded, "O-okay..."

Shiro smiled and gently brought Keith over. Shiro laid on the couch, then Keith glanced away, "Actually, um, what about the dishes...? Sorry..."

Shiro shook his head, "Don't worry about it. Come here, Keith."

Keith felt guilty, but he laid on his husband's chest anyways. He exhaled, resting his head on Shiro's shoulder. His wrists ached. The temptation drowned his quiet thoughts, replacing them with booming screams in his head to just do it.

He felt a tear slip down his cheek and he sniffled, "Shiro?"

"Yeah, Keith?" Shiro asked, as if he was waiting for Keith to pipe up.

"Can we... Can we maybe play a game of some sort?"

Shiro nodded, "Sure, Keith. What game?"

Keith pondered, "I... Don't know.. Sorry..."

Shiro squeezed him a bit tighter, "How about that TWS?"

Keith lifted an eyebrow, "I don't remember that one.."

"It's all right. You just tell me something you see, and we talk about it. Good distraction, yeah?"

Keith nodded, "Okay. I see... Um... The ceiling."

Shiro smirked, "What's so interesting about the ceiling?"

Keith huffed and got irritated, "I don't know, I just said something!!"

Shiro frowned, "Hey, babe, it's all right. It's a nice colour, I prefer off white."

Keith sighed, laying a little closer to Shiro's neck and squeezing him in a hug, "I think I'm going to use the bathroom."

At that, Shiro completely scowled. Not at Keith, but due to his suspicion.

"Hey, babe," Shiro replied, "no. Stay with me."

"I don't want to cuddle on the couch anymore, Shiro.."

"That's okay. Wanna go to the bedroom? Or, we can take a nice warm shower together."

Keith hesitated, sighing. A warm shower with his husband would benefit him, but his thoughts were... convincing.

"Do you want to..?" He asked Shiro, sort of leaving it up to him and hoping for the best.

Shiro, of course, knew that if Keith didn't want it altogether, he would've just said no. So he smiled lightly and nodded, "Yeah, let's do that. Come on."