[His breath is punched out of him at that, and indeed he doesn't pull back too far, shuddering a little at the strong grip Keith has on him, anchoring him. It's almost too much, but so is everything else. He's trembling all over, unable to stop.]
I-- I don't want you to. [It's the last thing he wants. But what he wants doesn't matter anymore, does it?]
[His voice goes waver again, breaking as he starts crying, blinking rapidly to try to fight back the tears but unable to.] But, how-- how can you not--
[He cuts off. Well. He knows the answer. He knows Keith.]
It's my fault. You should blame me for that. For everything. I...