[He smiles back, just as gently, letting them fall into that silence-- comfortable, as it usually is for them, his eyes lingering on his.]
[There's so much more he could say, that he's already said-- that feeling of gratefulness that he's here, that strange feeling of belonging whenever Keith treats him so gently. But he knows words are inadequate, knows that Keith has to understand what he doesn't say.]
So... [He looks down a bit at the towel, then back up at him.] Want me to get you now?