[Keith just nods, not as though he was about to stop, but understanding anyway, why he emphasizes and asks like this. He doesn't pull away from where they press together and rolls gently over him instead for full body contact for a moment, just to affirm that it's okay. Keith is careful not to overwhelm but at the same time, he trusts that Shiro will tell him as he says.]
Yeah - I will. Hey... [He then does shift only so he can move his one hand from under him and put both to his chest, and his shoulders too. Just as purposefully, he presses his fingers, rolls his palms over him and slowly presses more contact to him. On the right side, he's more careful still if only because he can see more now how the metal covers so much more up his arm and-- his voice softens, shoving down the rush of concern and guilt he knows is misplaced but that he can't help anyway. His thumbs run over the fabric of the undersuit on him and instead asks:]
This off too?
[Just like Shiro, he kind of just pushes past any uncertainty, caring more that it helps in some way, meant in that way but well, he's also to the point.]