[When Keith so obviously reacts, that just sends him over the edge. He doesn't bother trying to wipe away his eyes this time, letting the tears fall as he nods to Keith's words, needing that reassurance, still disbelieving when Keith says it back.]
Yes. Keith...
[He closes his eyes when their foreheads press together, only briefly before looking at him again, soft, gentle-- longing, maybe. He lifts his hand, touching his cheek, his thumb tracing the line of his scar.]
We were meant to meet. You're... always going to be the best thing in my life. [...] I love you. So much.