[ Okay, so they're doing this, this is happening. Cool, this is...fine. Shiro's not overthinking everything, not at all, he's entirely chill and he's going to handle this the same as he handles everything else. If it gets him a little flustered then that's alright, too; it's not like anyone sits in his lap actively so he supposes it's easy enough to brush that off.

At least Black's big enough for this to sort of work. It's not pretty, necessarily, but Keith settles in and Shiro wonders if it would have been more comfortable for him to sit on top of his thighs or not. They can always adjust, he supposes, and gingerly settles his hands over top both controls. ]

You're pretty much the only one this would work with, I guess. Lance'd wiggle too much, Pidge is too bony and Hunk wouldn't leave Yellow for love or money.

[ He shifts back in return, trying to make it easier for him to settle, his chin near the side of Keith's head. ]

I-- okay.