[It's a soft breath he takes around his name, not dismissing the words but still looking, even now, a little overwhelmed by the sentiment. He lifts their hands, turning them so he can kiss the back of Keith's hand gently, brushing a few stray kisses over his knuckles.]
You really... have no idea how much I rely on you. [It can't be a matter of him doing everything.] Without you, I'd be... I don't know.
[Dead, probably. Or just lost. Nowhere.]
Anything I've done... it's because of you, too, Keith. What you've done.