[He does know you too well, and especially when he's looking at him so closely, assessing him thoughtfully. At his words, he manages a soft smile that manages to just reach his eyes, almost not there in the dark. He lifts himself fully off Keith's chest after a moment, but only so he can lean in and press his forehead to Keith's, sighing out.]
I know, Keith. [He keeps brushing his hand along his side, gently, slowly shifting it up over his chest and resting above his heart, fingers curled slightly.] I didn't... want any of you to know. It's not because I don't trust you. You know that, right?