[He looks up at him when he touches his face, still looking on edge-- although something eases in his eyes when he looks at Keith. After a moment, he leans into the touch, just barely, as he forces himself to breathe deeply, slowly.]
No, it's nothing. It... it was just a dream. [He hesitates, unsure about admitting this not because he wants to keep it from Keith, but because he knows how he'll react. His voice sounds quiet, wobbly-- still trying to even his breathing but his hands are shaking when he rests them against Keith.] I get them every night. They... I'm used to them.
[This one wasn't nearly as bad as they normally are.]