[He can't not lift his hand to catch those tears, careful and without a comment, just brushing them away, shifting his hand at each side of his face to do so while his other arm still holds him around the shoulders, supports him no matter how much he shakes. Yeah. Basically.
And there's nothing else that needs to be said, not really -- Keith doesn't expect other words, and he just hums in a quiet affirming answer to what Shiro can't quite voice either. He hears it anyway. Stays like that with him, something tender in his eyes through the seriousness of it all.]