[Even though the movement is slow, he can't help the small breath that leaves him when Keith holds him. He slumps immediately to him, curling his arm around him and holding him back, trembling all over just from the force of physical contact, and that need to comfort him, to reassure him-- even if he isn't sure there's any comfort he can offer, considering. He sniffles a little, trying to hold back his tears now and focus on him, feeling overwrought and overwhelmed.]
It isn't your fault.
[He says it again, doesn't know what else he can say-- maybe part of him, after all, thinks he deserved this, and he knows that saying so won't be helpful. Knows that isn't what Keith needs. Regardless, it's the truth: whatever happened to him, it wasn't Keith's fault. Keith only ever tried to protect him, but there are some things he can't be protected from. He would have died sooner or later, after all, is the sad truth.]