[This close, it's impossible not to notice Keith's tension-- and he's so aware of every move Keith's making, every feel of his breath, just knows him, that it'd be difficult for him to not notice, of course. Although, he can't quite place the reason for it, only focuses on the sound of Keith's breathing, the shift of his body as he grips his shirt.]
Are... [His hand stills gently on his lower back, brushing his fingertips absently along the dip of his back, tracing a light scar there.] Are you uncomfortable? Are you too warm?
[His voice is soft, and he's given up on trying to make his voice not sound utterly wrecked and raspy, but there's that thread of worry in the words-- concerned he's pushing too much, or that maybe he shouldn't try to stay so close to him like this. And wanting, desperately, to stay close.]