[He obeys, after a moment where he struggles, just-- staring at that blood and getting lost in thought again-- but manages to look up at Keith and keep his gaze steady on him. His grip on his arms tightens even as the rest of him trembles, everything just crashing in on him at once.]
[He tries to breathe, and manages a shaky, wavering breath-- and just keeps looking at Keith, trying to find that sense of calm and steadiness. It's just blood. It's just blood. But the thoughts are hitting at the back of his mind, all those fights and near misses and that urge to survive, compounded with that never-ceasing thought of it being all his fault.]
[He echoes the words back at Keith, for lack of anything else he can do.] We're not hurt.