[He breathes out, shakily, unable to say anything in response to that. He holds him, trembling, his hand lifting tentatively to cup the back of his head, keeping him close, wanting to comfort him despite it all, always.]
Okay. [It's okay. It's going to be okay. Somehow. He's still not sure whether it can be true that he didn't deserve this somehow, but he knows to trust Keith above all else. That will never change.]