[He breathes out a shaky breath, leaning into his touch and just-- focusing on that for a moment, on that comforting, simple presence.]
I should have moved. [But he didn't want to, despite knowing he'd probably get a nightmare. He wanted to be close to Keith like this, to just... have what he's allowed to have, in this moment, whatever he can, even if it was pushing too much. He should have known better, but the fact is he didn't want to do better-- he just wanted to be close to Keith.]
[He sighs out again, softer this time, and tips forward a little, pressing his forehead down against his chest, pressing his ear up against where Keith's heart beats, just needing some physical closeness, while also feeling pathetic for it.]