Sanguinity | Keith x Matt | 2k
Summary: Sanguinity. Def.: cheerfully optimistic, hopeful, or confident.
Keith almost died and Matt helped him deal with that, but now the rest of the team needs to know. Inspired by Melancholia.
It was a couple of days after Matt had gone to see him before Keith worked up the nerve to come to the castle. Everyone else was busy working (Coran) or training (the Paladins), so Matt was the only one waiting for him in the hanger when he finally docked and climbed out of his ship.
He looked like a hot mess, dark shadows under his brilliant slate-blue eyes and fingers twitching restlessly at his sides. His hair was the same as always, long and messy and dark, and Matt fought with the urge to run his hands through it.
“Hey,” Matt said, smiling. “Everyone should be heading up for dinner any minute now. You hungry?”
Keith shrugged. “Not really.” But despite the unenthusiastic reply, he followed along dutifully when Matt turned to head out into the hall.
Matt snuck glances at him all the way up to the kitchen, taking in his white-knuckled grip on his folded arms and the way he kept his head ducked - just a little - to hide his eyes behind his hair. He was still so painfully, obviously, twisted up in knots over what he was going to tell the others, so bothered, still, by what their reactions would be to choice he’d made. Matt wanted to throw his arms around Keith’s shoulders and give him one of the Holt family’s patented, all-encompassing bear hugs, but he was so tense and closed off it didn’t seem like the best time.
Dinner on the castleship was always chaotic and noisy, maybe it would distract Keith enough to give him a chance to calm down.