[Sits up a little more, keeping him there, all the same. He flounders a little, unsure what to do or say to reassure him-- doesn't want him to feel this uncertain when he just woke up on top of that.]
Keith...
[He pulls the blanket back up to drape over his shoulders, for something to do, and takes him gently by the wrist when he rubs at his face, rolling that sleeve back down for him. His own hand isn't shaking, but, well, it's an almost thing.]
I-- I'm sorry. I've made you uncomfortable, haven't I?