[He sees the changes in his expression, feels that rush of guilt again even though, logically, he knows that of course Keith would be worried about him, of course Keith would want him to be okay. But it's just another reminder of how messed up he is, how Keith always has to put up with this. How many times has it been now in the, what, month they've been here?]
[Closes his eyes when Keith speaks, as if steeling himself against the warmth and understanding in his words-- that he doesn't deserve even this, or that he doesn't know what to do in the face of unyielding understanding. It's both comforting, so comforting, but also a reminder of his own failings. He wants to believe him, more than anything.]
[Cups his hand over Keith's, turning his face a little towards his touch, his mouth brushing over his palm as he speaks.] I'm sorry I woke you, Keith.