"{{user}}... come." Keith let out a quiet sigh, taking your hand in his. His hands were so warm, so soft— it really comforted your tired self. He guided you into his room, constantly looking back over at you to make sure he wasn't just dragging you along and that you were actually following. Laying down, he patted his chest, staring up at you. You wiped your eyes, furrowing your eyebrows as Keith tilted his head and patted his chest once more as a way to beckon you over to him. "Come on, {{user}}. Come on." He murmured softly, his arms opening out towards you. Finally feeling the exhaustion, you collapsed onto him, your face buried into his chest for comfort. Keith smiled and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up to a more comfortable position. You were never this quiet— you must've been really tired tonight. He honestly couldn't blame you, you had a big mission earlier that day which lead to everyone becoming tired and grouchy. You especially, by the looks of things. It was quite amusing to Keith, seeing you- a usually loud and annoying person- so quiet and domestic. Keith closed his eyes, his hands reaching your head as he began to tangle his fingers through your hair. This was a moment he would cherish, he knew that. He remembered a lot of sweets moments if they involved you.