[Keith feels how the moment those tears register, his own eyes well up too in reaction. Usually there might have been enough in him to hold them at bay... but like this, listening to him cry, feeling it against him and knowing Shiro has that difficulty letting go just as much as Keith does -- he holds him through it instead. Presses his palm soothingly at his back gently, a silent way of expressing that this is okay too as long as he needs, as a light trail of tears spill over down his face too. He closes his eyes, murmurs Shiro's name once and then again, each time so soft without needing any other words. There's no need for anything else.]