[Always, just as they said. Of course. Still holding his other arm around him to keep him close, to hold him up where might feel unsteady, and he lets his other hand brush up lightly into his hair, palm gently drying at any lingering wetness at the corner of his eyes before pressing at his temple just for the sake of it.
And through all this he doesn't miss how spent Shiro looks, can't imagine the extent of it, understanding at least as much as he can instinctively when he can feel and touch him. So he hopes the comfort can be enough to ease him. Shiro might not think he deserves it but Keith will do so for both of them if needed.]