[He's quiet as Keith pulls back, as he collects those words-- not wanting to interrupt and wanting to give him, and his response, the attention it deserves. He smiles, all the same, soft and gentle and encouraging-- his expression fond as he looks at him.]
[He meets Keith's eyes, of course, without looking away-- even as, again, his expression melts looking at him, hearing those words. No matter the context, it's never not going to floor him to hear it, and especially like this. Especially when he knows what it means for Keith to say it now.]
I love you, Keith. [He lifts his hand to touch his cheek, thumb brushing slightly.] Thank you for telling me.
[It's nice to hear, no matter how much he might already know it.]