[A small voice in the back of his head kindly reminds him that he's well passed the point in which it'd be normal for him to draw away from this hug, but also... he doesn't want to. And if Keith's allowing it, it should be fine. So he'll just keep holding him close, feeling that same sense of peace and centering, something he's needed all day-- just feeling safe, here, with Keith.]
[He's content to just stay quiet, relaxing. Despite the fact that his hands are still bleeding, the flow's at least less now, and less traumatizing. Under normal circumstances, he'd be alarmed by the fact that they're both covered in blood, but... Maybe it's that he can feel Keith breathing, feel his heart beat under his palm when he rests it against his back. Slowly, after a time, he traces one hand up to touch at the edge of the scar on Keith's shoulder, his touch tentative.]