[He says it softly, gets why he'd say it, but maybe sensing where he doesn't voice the rest of that sentiment. Keith knows it too well not to understand it, but -- sorry, you're always gonna be worth the entire universe to him. One of his hands brushes up the back of his head and down again gently, as he adds with something lighter but more promising in the words.]
Tell me later. When you can... I'll find you. [Just like you told him. He believes that.] We'll have that chance again somehow.