[His hand meets where he arches, kissing him slowly, softly yet just as present, only moving his mouth to kiss more over the rest of his face, to kiss where those tears might spill over again on his cheeks, then his brow and forehead. His other hand moves again down his side, up and down, tracing scars and pressing into his skin. Keith knows he's shiver under Shiro's touch too and can't bother to hold it back.]
It's gonna be okay. We - will be alright. [It's not spoken with the confused pleading way that he'd been saying it as he chased after him all the way to the facility, softer now, a gentle reassure to them both, offering the comfort of it. Then, almost even softer still, not because it's a fix for any of this but from a need to express it again, for the sake of making sure it's voiced and known at all times, with a different desperation than one from any fight.]