[He panics, too, seeing Keith's reaction-- he felt all that panic himself, once he realized where he was. But he's also had time to accept it, to get used to the fact that he died, that he was stuck in the astral plane. He-- has memories right now that don't make sense, that feel fuzzy and out of focus, of being able to reach Keith after all. But that-- isn't quite right, is it? Or...
His brain is too fuzzed out with too many memories, and it occurs to him that it's strange he can have both memories of the astral plane and memories of the impostor. And yet... maybe it's this place?
Seeing Keith's reaction, though-- his immediate reaction, his immediate desire, is to reach out to comfort him, but he hesitates not because he thinks Keith will push him away, but because it's just... too much. Too overwhelming. Tentatively, though, he touches his hand to his shoulder, the touch light but wanting to reassure, wanting to comfort him.]
Yeah, Keith. [Sob. He knows what this does to him, he knows what this means and--] I'm sorry.