[Keith, not even realizing how much he needs it too, breathes along with him, fights to find a steady rhythm between them in that erratic situation, right through the ceaseless and insistent reminders pounding into his head too. Your fault, your fault, your fault.
So he just nods, stubborn in his set expression that never looks away from Shiro.]
Right. Not hurt. [Repeats again for good measure.] We're gonna be fine.