[The touch this time makes him close his eyes, a shaky breath drawn out by it, hitched softly. Light as it is, he has to try not to tremble more, bites back a sound. He's not so much surprised this time as a little overwhelmed, all the different emotions that he can't control in either direction making conflict curl around inside him.]
[...........]
I don't get it. I should be the one saying that. [It eventually comes out as a small grumble, trying to seem casual or not a big deal, and not like he wants to fight about it. If he's ever verbalized this, at most it was with Shiro in the long nights when they'd hang out together past lights out, whenever things got quieter enough that they'd admit things no one else has ever heard them say. And maybe it's like that now, for Keith, a quiet admission in a space that's both familiar and entirely unknown.]
My life wasn't exactly much of anything before. ["I wasn't" is the feeling he keeps inside even still.]