[It's not so much a protest or a dismissal but he shakes his head just so anyway, his hand planting firm and deliberate over Shiro heart, to feel that same rise and fall of his chest, the heartbeat that resonates with his own, thundering. Keith is only barely holding back his own trembling, because this feeling of him here, alive, safe and somehow with him is more than Keith can admit to being able to handle. To think he could (did) lose him again. There's nothing more terrifying, and it's a reassurance for him too, to be like this now. He hopes he can convey that back somehow.] Of course. I'm --
[The way Shiro looks at him is so much that he can't tear his gaze away either, eyes wavering, leaning in closer until he chances a brush of their lips again, so soft but at the edge of desperate all at once.]