[His expression gentles when he turns-- not knowing it's something like self-consciousness in Keith's hesitation, but simply responding to him as he always does, in tune with what Keith doesn't say. Now that his hands aren't bloody, he doesn't hesitate to reach out and brush at Keith's hair gently, brushing it away from his neck and then takes up a towel, wetting it and running it down gently over his back. He keeps the movements slow, gentle, eyes tracing over the scars there along his back, committing them to memory.]