[Manages the smallest nod, not wanting to move away from him, lifting his own hand to rest at the back of Keith's neck-- his touch tentative, uncertain, as if still testing what he can and can't do, as if still half-expecting it'll all disappear.]
Yeah... yeah. For me, too.
[...] [His eyes fall, as before, to the scar on his cheek, lingering there for a moment. When he speaks again, his voice is quiet, but the emotions no less felt.]
Keith, I-- I never want to hurt you again. [Not just physically, like this. You searched for him and ached the entire time-- he was a cause of that, again and again, that heartbreak of separation. The fact that they're here now, with him dead. It's--]
I... [he can't promise he never will hurt him again, knows that's beyond their power, but.] I only... want you to be happy.