[He runs his hands over him, just for the sake of touching him, just for the sake of keeping him close like this-- he fiddles a little with the collar of his shirt for a moment, fingertips brushing along the back of his neck, sweeping over his shoulder, pressing to the curve of his spine to keep him close. His hands are definitely shaking now, and there's no disguising it. It's hardly the first time Keith's said something like this-- hardly the first time he's said it even here on the dance floor-- and yet... it's true what he said, that he doesn't think he'll ever get over it, that it'll ever stop affecting him like this. That warmth, that quiet certainty-- that, more than anything, makes him feel secure. Makes him feel like himself in a way that only Keith can.]
Me too. God, Keith-- [Shifts a little so he can cup his cheek with his hand, touch gentle.] Now that I know to look for it, it's amazing I ever failed to notice. I...
[He cuts off for a moment, his voice going wobbly, his attention shifting to brush his thumb along his bottom lip, gently.]
It's the same for me. It was... always so easy to love you. [He means that, more than anything, no matter how much he knows Keith has been made to doubt that about himself.] You are the best thing about my life. Finding you was... the best thing that could have ever happened to me.