[... God, the determined look does things to him. Although, lbr, all of Keith's looks do something to him. He smiles at him, and it only grows a little at the obvious strain to his answer. Yeah. Yeah, his feelings exactly, baby.]
Right. Of course. [Hehe.]
[He tugs him in for a deep, slightly desperate kiss, and then turns them around so he's the one pressing Keith up against the wall, pulling back from the kiss with a small smile.]