[He shifts closer to him, too, closing his eyes and breathing out shakily. When he tips his head forward, it's to press his forehead to Keith's, lingering.]
Keith, I...
[He moves his hands over Keith's, his touch impossibly gentle, tentative-- worried now that he's held him too tight. He's trying to breathe normally, his voice impossibly soft as he looks at Keith, meets that expression with one of his own. He doesn't feel like himself yet, but his concern for Keith pushes past everything else.]