[Takes a steadying moment once he manages to get the door shut, locking it properly. He's breathing heavily and not just from the sudden adrenaline rush, the weather awful enough that the front part of his clothes are wet now. He uses the moment resting against the door to collect his thoughts before he turns back towards Keith, noting the way he's buried himself against the wolf.]
[What makes him feel the most unsteady is the sound of Keith's voice-- he can hear the difference and it leaves him feeling completely and totally unsure. God. He fucked up again. He tries, in turn, to sound normal and knows there's still that strain there that maybe, maybe, if he's lucky, he can dismiss as surprise over the storm's sudden turn.]
I... Yeah. Yeah. Good idea. [If only to give him something to do, he moves over towards their table and chairs and moves them easily to block off the door.]