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mazeofrelationships2018-02-20 05:58 pm
tookashirototheknee) wrote in mazeofrelationships2018-02-20 05:58 pm
Matt and Keith: Garrison Years
Matt has always said that the biggest reason he's actually at the Garrison is that they needed to inflate their academic numbers. He realizes that isn't entirely true, but he'll go with that for now.
His first couple years, he was mostly just That Nerd who took every science class he was allowed to take, avoiding the practical piloting classes like the plague. He also had a secret that he was trying to keep: That he was Commander Sam Holt's son. He'd rather do things on his own merits (or lack thereof) and not because he's his father's kid. Mostly it worked. Iverson still hated him, but he tried not to care.
Now, though, a couple years on, his secret was out, and he'd made some good friends. This particular night, he is in his room, working on some reading for a biochem project that he'd really rather not be doing. His door's always open, though, for people to come in and bother him, or ask for help. Matt never minds helping people with their work.
His first couple years, he was mostly just That Nerd who took every science class he was allowed to take, avoiding the practical piloting classes like the plague. He also had a secret that he was trying to keep: That he was Commander Sam Holt's son. He'd rather do things on his own merits (or lack thereof) and not because he's his father's kid. Mostly it worked. Iverson still hated him, but he tried not to care.
Now, though, a couple years on, his secret was out, and he'd made some good friends. This particular night, he is in his room, working on some reading for a biochem project that he'd really rather not be doing. His door's always open, though, for people to come in and bother him, or ask for help. Matt never minds helping people with their work.
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[Matt shrugs.]
We probably should tell at least some people, because I know Pidge would kick my ass if I didn't tell her. And... probably Shiro for the same reason.
But if you don't want to, I'll keep my mouth shut.
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I don't really care. [And he doesn't. At no point has he cared what anyone thinks, except these two friends. He's not sure about how Matt feels though. Matt has more at stake to risk losing than Keith does.]
It's up to you.
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[He smiles fondly, but just shrugs.]
It's not like my family doesn't know that I prefer guys to girls, if that's what you're getting at. Mom figured that out ages ago. And really, Mom and Dad are all I care about. So... maybe not make a production of it, but don't deny it if people ask?
[He's bad at this, ok?]
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It's a little dreamlike, getting to have something solely his like this. He looks at Matt's hand, just... Considering.]
Everything else, just wing it?
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[He smiles as well, idly running his hand through Keith's hair again. He never thought he'd ever get something like this, someone he cares about so much in his arms, caring just as much. A tiny sigh escapes him and he just falls silent for a while. A happy, content silence.]
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[He's very clearly quoting someone much less fun than their trio. But Matt relaxes, and Keith follows suit. For all his comments of Matt falling asleep earlier, Keith is far closer to it with how he leans against him, head on his shoulder.]
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[After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Matt speaks up again.]
Keith, if you get too relaxed, you won't be able to bike us home. Just... stay in my room tonight, ok? Please?
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[Matt noooo This is so nice. But he shifts to sit up, hand on Matt's arm.]
You sure?
[That's something people notice. Keith going into his room and not coming out until morning.]
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[Leaning over, he kisses Keith again.]
If that's ok with you, I mean.
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Then let's go back and get some sleep.
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Yeah, that sounds really nice. Thanks, Keith.