... If you want me to leave, I will. [That isn't an answer and he knows it, but, well, it's difficult for him to be vulnerable on the best of days. With Keith like this, he certainly can't say the extent to which he wants to stay, much less when he knows he doesn't deserve to ask Keith for anything.]
[Still. He fidgets a little, fiddling, trying to give his hand something to do so it won't so obviously shake. He glances up at Keith again, eyes falling to the scar, the way it always does whenever he looks at him now, that guilt splintering his face.]
I don't want to bother you more than I already have.