[He can't help it when his eyes widen at the answer. He shouldn't be surprised, and yet, somehow, every time he is. His breath hitches at his words, and he's already emotionally vulnerable enough that his eyes, already teared up, overfill and a couple tears slip out and down his face.]
Oh. [His voice is utterly wrecked, wobbly and quiet.] Keith.
[He doesn't know what else he can say, doesn't trust himself to say anything more, beyond what emotion he can pack just into the sound of his name, closing his eyes against his tears, his breath hitching, his shoulders shaking against his crying. Oh. Oh. Of course he knew, but hearing it, having it confirmed even now--]