[.... A breath that isn't quite a laugh but almost tried to be leaves him quietly, more of a sigh, shoulders relaxing a little more each time he feels Shiro's fingers at his nape.]
That's me. [The smooth talker. No but he understands and appreciates that Shiro feels that way, that it's a comfort for him much as it is a promise Keith made to himself before he could even fathom the desire to follow Shiro and be beside him at each step.] It's just the truth, though - least what I've always known of it. That hasn't ever changed.