[He doesn't know what it is about Keith's tone, or the way he asks it, but the need to reassure him is so strong in that moment that it rules out everything else.]
[He squeezes his hand back and reaches out with his other hand, cupping his hip with unreasonable gentleness just to push him back along the bed a bit, to make room for him to stretch out beside him. It's okay, it's okay... His hand lingers on his hip, rests there gently once he's settled in lying beside him.]
I'm here, Keith.
[He doesn't know if he'll be able to fall asleep, even under normal circumstances, even without being painfully aware of Keith being right there-- but maybe a selfish part of him wants to stay, too. A selfish part of him wants to stay close to Keith, despite it all. He's taking advantage of the situation, maybe, but-- if it means reassuring Keith, then that's alright.]