[It makes Keith let out a soft hitched breath in turn when continues to react like that, but then it's what he says that manages to tug a sad trace of a smile at the corner of his lips. Nostalgic. Fond. He shakes his head, then presses in closer to Shiro the way he seems to need, the way Keith needs too. He's still holding his hand and keeps that hold between them when he leans Shiro into him too with a gentle pull, still cupping the back of his head. Their held hands he keeps between their chests the way they so often have done before whenever they'd embrace.]
Nah. Kinda just makes you look younger, actually. [He doesn't know why for a moment he feels a kick of old hesitation, an uncertainty perhaps about where all of this has left them in the jumbled mess of trauma, memories and feelings lost and regained, and the confession he never expected would happen the way it did. It's too late to think better of it still by the time that he's already voicing the thought, soft and straightforward as he's ever been.] It's pretty.