[Keith's hand brushes back his hair and rests on Shiro's head lightly when he ducks down, sighing out, understanding that protest, but. He can't just leave it at that either. He's definitely not to the only one either.]
Hey. [There's the softest emphasis in the word, an undeniable insistence, his touch lingering, his other arm fixing itself more around Shiro's waist again to pull him into a hug.]