[He's quiet for a moment, just looking at Keith-- as if studying him, carefully, processing the words. So he won't... what? he wonders idly, but doesn't voice-- knows when it's time to push Keith and when it's better to let him set the pace. In this case, it's a moot point-- what he saw, or what he thought he saw before that lightning flash-- if Keith regrets it, then that's alright. Nothing happened, and they're still friends. They're always going to be friends. Just friends.]
[He turns his hand off his shoulder to grasp Keith's hand instead, holding it properly as he gives him a small, reassuring smile.]
I am. [Squeezes his hand.] Keith, you're... you're the one thing in my life I never have to question.