[You're worth everything and anything is his immediate thought, which he very quickly squashes back down before he can actually say it. That won't be helpful. And he doesn't have a right to say something like that anymore, regardless.]
[Still, he looks like maybe he wants to protest, but thinks better of it, looking contrite as he fidgets a little, his hand lifting to touch at his shoulder again, where his arm used to be.]
[Right. You're annoyed with him. It's-- weird to actually be on the receiving end of that. He got so used to the way Keith always treated him, had seen the way he treated others-- and, well, this makes it all the clearer how different he always was. And now he's ruined it.]
... You're right. It'll eventually stop. But...
[He wants to do something, anything, to help him. Maybe some misguided hope to set things right, even as he knows he never will be able to. He tries to think back to everything they've experienced here, but his memories are all mixed up still. Nothing stands out as having worked beyond waiting.]