[He nods a little, blinking back the wave of emotions that fight to show on his face, maybe a little tired of crying now and-- just wanting to focus on him, on having him here, on being here with him.
He drags his fingers along his neck, over his shoulder and collarbone, and settles over his heart before he leans in again, responding to Keith's answer by brushing his mouth against his, a small, hesitant kiss. He loves you, too. He'll always love you.]