[Something in Keith twists up almost helplessly at that, a feeling he can't help working its way up his spine and an encompassing him. He didn't even hesitate to follow the motion Shiro's hand pulled him into, leaning into it in fact. He shifts his arm to hold it around Shiro's shoulders in a more secure hold, closes his eyes briefly through the contact as their heads brush together... and then he simply looks over looks over him, letting him rest there, an openness to what he gives of himself to Shiro that doesn't even need to be said.]
Always will be. [In whatever way you'd let him, he will be.]