[He sees that ploy for what it is, mister, but also doesn't protest-- leaning into the touch briefly before smiling and nodding at the question, falling in step with him as they head back towards the cabin.]
[He's quiet as they walk, still looking a little shaken despite his attempts at reassurance, and thoughtful. It takes a while for him to actually speak again, clearly still mulling over what he talked about. Eventually, once they're nearly outside their trap door, his pace slows a bit until he's stopping in place, reaching out with one hand to grasp Keith's wrist lightly to get him to stop, too.]
... Hey, Keith? [Speaking softly, unsure if he should even ask the question, pausing for a moment before continuing.] We're... always going to be friends, right?