Oh, I know that. But this this coalition has a lot of little subgroups in it that are used to operating in totally different ways. If we try to force too much, it might get a little messy to maneuver. ... But I guess you already knew that, sorry.

[ it suddenly dawns on him that he's talking to Shiro, who is basically at the head of operations for a reason, and that reason is because he does a really good job at it. He doesn't need to be told how to do his job. ]

You guess?

[ he should know better than to take the bait, but he does, and he's a little vindicated. But Shiro kisses him before he can say anything else, and all he can do is return it with just as much intent. He wonders briefly if Shiro really means this or if he's just posturing because of what he said. Then he realizes he doesn't actually care either way. His hands move to the waistband of Shiro's sweatpants, stroking his hips a little before sliding up his shirt. He half caresses the skin of his back, half tries to pull him a little closer so he can kiss him a little deeper, feel a little more of his warmth against him.

God. Shiro joked about what he'd do, but it looks like he was right. Matt's already starting to get a little overwhelmed. He guesses that's what happens when you haven't really touched anyone for so long. ]