[Something softens in Keith's gaze too, if almost distant for a moment before he smiles faintly at Shiro. He's gotten up from where he was sitting, on the edge of the tub, to do this with his knee propped a bit on the edge instead, wiping away blood from the side of Shiro's face slowly, careful.]
No problem. [He says softly, almost like it's funny, as if there ever would be any problem, his smile not quite fading. And sure - maybe he lingers, but not without purpose, so it's excuse enough.]