[It's almost too much when he presses a kiss to his palm, and he can't help the small breath he takes at that, the way his fingers curl, just slightly, against his cheek. But he doesn't pull away, even as he shivers. The words, too, threaten to completely undo him again.]
I love you, too, Keith. [He says it softly but without hesitation. That much, at least, he knows is true. Even if he questions everything else about himself, he knows that much is true.]
You... You told me. [His thumb brushes at his scar again.] When we were fighting. You-- you told me.
[He wondered. He wondered if he'd ever get to tell him, back home. He never would have expected it'd be like this, in this situation, and there's that shadow of regret in his eyes.]