[He makes the softest little sound in response, not even fully aware he's doing it, reacting to the way Keith looks at him, wanting to reassure him, wanting-- too much. This entire night is just crashing around him, fully aware of every move he's making, every move that Keith is making, almost painfully aware of the way Keith's hand feels on his forearm, the feel of his chest rising and falling beneath his hand, just seeing him in his bed.]
Keith... [Just as soon as he thought he could maybe start to breathe normally, his heart kicks up again in his chest.]
Keith. [His hand presses down against his chest, briefly, for just a moment, before lifting to grasp his hand in turn. You don't have to bed. God, you don't have to beg...] I'm here.