[He tries to gulp down air but isn't able to, crying against his shoulder and clinging to him. He's too wrung-out by everything, overwhelmed and guilty, and floored by his own response to Keith's arms around him. He can't remember the last time he's cried, let alone like this.]
You-- [you should hate him. He can't quite find the words, his breath too gasping and thick with emotion. He can barely manage to breathe around his reaction, able only to focus on Keith holding him, Keith being here, Keith not letting go.]