[That, at least, gets him to smile-- very faint and almost not there, more a shadow of a smile considering how miserable and tired he looks.]
No... of course you'll decide for yourself, Keith. [That's what you do.]
[He shakes his head, looking back up at him-- painfully aware of the physical distance between them as they sit at this couch, but hey, maybe eventually he'll get used to the ache in his chest when he looks at him. Maybe.]
I'm sorry. I know saying something like that right now isn't helpful. It's not what you need.