[His breathing his ragged and pressed up to Keith like this, he'll probably be able to feel how rapidly his heart is beating. His nightmares are always quick to wake him, in the end, and that gasp marks the moment he flashes back into his body, disoriented and overwhelmed and scared for the half-moment where he doesn't know where he is or what's going on.]
[And just as quickly as the nightmare hits him, so does reality-- and he realizes, remembers, where he is, who's holding him.]
Keith-- [his voice cuts through the momentary panic he feels, his entire body tensed and on guard, as he always is in the aftermath of nightmares from the past, and realizing that Keith is there only means a wave of guilt crashes over him, as well as relief.] Keith, I'm...
Sorry. I'm sorry. [He says it quietly, his voice sleep-thick and pained, breathless in a way that betrays just how rattled he is.] It's nothing.