[His lips set into a thin line, confusion in his eyes settling over the intensity of what he nearly put out there in the open and then immediately scrambled back from. It's a wound rubbed raw, or a fresh burn on his skin that he's still reeling from, and he tries to push it down as much as he can, where this ugly, scared, hopelessly impossible feeling can't ruin everything, can't ruin Shiro and Keith-- well, Keith will shut up and shoulder that if it kills him. He'd rather that than...]
That guy? [Frowns....... Much as he wants to press, he nods a little, though the worry is still there.] I- All right. If you're sure you're okay.