[He makes a soft, wounded sound when Keith moves closer, that desperation rising up inside him as he reaches for him in turn, pulls him in close and hugs him like his life depends on it. He can feel how shaky Keith feels and so he runs his hand up and down his back for a moment, his other hand lifting to curl around the back of his neck, fingers brushing through his hair before he can stop to second-guess that this is exactly what he means when he thinks he's pushing that line too much.]
[He whispers his name, soft and desperate, and presses his face into his hair, forehead resting against his temple. It means-- so much, as always, that despite everything Keith never moves away from him, is always there to meet him again. Is always just there, unconditionally.]