[His breath rushes out of him, shaky and rattling, but there's relief there when Keith does as he asks, when Keith takes it that next step further. There's relief in having the armor removed, and tension eases from his shoulders, a sort of longing to be free of it and able to breathe freely, to feel Keith closer to him.]
I'm sorry. [He knows Keith will dismiss it outright, but he still feels the need to say it, his longing leaving him just a little embarrassed, that he can be so completely affected and desperate for something so simple as touch.]
I... [He squirms closer to him, shivering at the feeling of Keith's arm around him, his own hand fumbling to touch Keith in turn, unsure where to rest, and settling for pressing to his chest, above his heart.]