[He's focused on it, maybe also feeling that intimacy in the touch, knows that this... this might be too close to that line he's drawn when it comes to Keith, but, it also feels important. When he reaches the end of the scar, he doesn't want to stop but isn't sure what his hand should do. He settles for cupping his hand over his shoulder, covering the scar with his palm, his thumb brushing lightly against the line of his shoulder in an absent, sweeping motion. Only then does he look up at Keith again, meets his eyes silently.]
Keith. I... [His voice is quiet, sounds ragged before he pauses-- collecting himself. He sounded far too breathless even to himself.]