[The touch to his wrist seems to at once steady and unsteady him-- and isn't that always what Keith manages to do to him, in a lot of ways. It's a strange thought that occurs to him, distantly, as if he's an outside observer: I could kiss him right now.]
[And just as soon as he thinks it, he dismisses it as he always does when he lets himself think it-- too much guilt and insecurity and uncertainty accompanying such a thought. This close to him, Keith can likely see the moment his expression changes-- just barely noticeable, just barely there, as he closes himself off from the possibility. He closes his eyes, letting out a quiet breath, and when he opens his eyes again, his gaze flickers away from Keith's and down to their hands.]
... Oh. [He says it quietly as the sight registers.] Neither of us are bleeding anymore.