[The look on Shiro's face is thrown off enough that Keith is suddenly very much gripped by the fear that he really did say too much, that he's been way too obvious (he has, always), that Shiro...
(That's the worst fear of all this, isn't it? That Shiro would look at him and --)
He needs to stop. It's like coming to a screeching halt. Even though Keith sits up rather slowly, not so abrupt as he feels inside, there's a disconnect. He misses the hand at his back immediately, but if it means maybe he's not freaking Shiro out anymore, then it's better to hold back and stay that way. His hands settle on the edge of the couch, feet touching the floor again even though he doesn't feel the least bit grounded. Stupid.]
That's... I'm grateful that I can talk to you. You too, if... if there's still anything, like earlier today, you know I'll listen.