[He breathes out shakily, one hand lifting to cup the back of Keith's head, fingers brushing through his hair briefly as he runs his hand back down again over the back of his neck and settling at his shoulders.]
Nothing's wrong. [He knows it's a weak excuse that Keith will not buy for a goddamn moment.] I...
[How to begin to explain any of this. He knows he can't. He feels unsettled from the conversation he just had with Lucifer, that itching feeling of something nagging at his mind-- he doesn't know what it was, some sort of manipulation or magic or-- what, but. It's also just the first time he's admitted two things aloud: that he's broken and that, deep down, he does want to be with Keith. It's two things that he's held inside himself for so long that, somehow, speaking it aloud made it feel more real. He loves Keith-- and he can never tell him as much. That alone would be overwhelming enough, but the conversation with Lucifer still hangs in his mind, what he told him about pushing people away.]