[Focuses for a long moment on the movement of his hand, mindful of each movement and centering himself around that, focusing on Keith's comforting weight, the movement of his hands, the feeling of Keith's breath against his neck, of the smell of his hair. Whatever shakiness still lingered from his nightmare seems almost completely gone now, the adrenaline worn off. It was, in the end, not a huge nightmare.]
[His hand on his back brushes up along his shoulders, the back of his neck. And it's entirely because he's sleep-deprived that he doesn't think before speaking, just sighing out,] Your shoulders are so much broader now.