[He trembles a little, just once, at the sound of his name-- and he takes a slow, steadying breath before holding him tighter to him. Even if it's crossing the line, this is... this is also how their friendship has always been. He isn't about to change that if Keith will still allow it, if there's even a chance he can comfort and reassure him.]
Keith... Keith, I'm here. I'm here. [It's okay... everything is going to be okay.] I've got you.
[He doesn't really know what he's speaking to, only that he's responding to that helpless tone in Keith's voice, that constant need to reassure him, to protect him, to hold him close like this, to support him. No matter what, he'll be here for Keith. Keith's friendship is the only thing that can matter to him in this moment-- and where everything else in his life can be a mess, where any attempts at romance ended in disaster, at least he knows that no matter what, Keith will always be his friend.]
[Holding him like this feels... normal, though, despite the nervous energy between them. As he holds him, he feels his shoulders relax a little, the way he sinks against Keith's hold and trusts them to support one another's weights. Yes... there's one part that Lucifer might have been right about: even if he's broken, Keith wouldn't hate him for that. They'll always be friends.]