[It's because he knows that Keith will understand that he can even admit to it, and so that quiet that passes between them is almost comforting. Comforting, to be understood. Still, a lot that he leaves unsaid-- his habit, of course, and his fear of admitting to it all, or revealing just how unsure he really is.]
[The sound of his name does anchor him, though, and after a moment he moves his hand and squeezes Keith's shoulder. More an impulse-- as if Keith was the only one needing comfort in that moment, but...]
I know. We'll figure it out. At least we've got each other's backs. [And he can trust you completely.]