[It's all he can really manage to say right now, all he can focus on. He touches him, his hand tentative but desperate, brushing over his skin, down his chest and pressing to his heart again, then sweeping back up to hook around the back of his neck and hang on, as if afraid he'll disappear all over again. Needing to be anchored. Needing to feel him more and more. He shifts, presses more fully against him, gulping down a helpless, needy sound at the feeling of Keith's weight.]
Please. [He doesn't know, exactly, what he's asking for-- if it's more than just a need to feel him, to have him here, for him not to disappear. It's all of that and everything else, everything. Just him.]