[Draws away, too, when he feels Keith shift. He lingers close, though, taking a steadying breath before meeting his eyes. He's still for a moment, just searching his face, too. This close, it's likely impossible to miss the quiet sadness in Shiro's eyes in turn, a longing that's settled and grown tenfold over the course of this entire misunderstanding. But after a moment, his expression warms and he smiles at him, softly. Keith doesn't need to say anything for him to understand, after all.]
[The hand in his hair shifts, drags slowly one last time through his hair and over the back of his neck, and traces along his shoulder before resting there and squeezing gently.]