[Kind of matching his breathing to his, as best he can, in an effort to calm them both down. He gives the slightest nod to the sound of his name, not enough to draw away from where they're pressed together, the movement slight.]
I'm here, Keith. [As much as he can be.] [He's taking up his hands again, much more gently this time, not glancing at them for fear of the blood triggering something again, but wanting to assure him.] I've got you.