[He can't help the small shiver, too, and holds him even as he feels Keith finally, fully nod off. It's a strange feeling-- it's been a very long time since he's held someone until they fall asleep and it's Keith and it's... comforting. He waits a while before he stops brushing his fingers through his hair, waiting until he's sure he's asleep before stilling.]
[He thinks, vaguely, that he should probably try to pull himself away and let him sleep, but-- maybe he's still feeling selfish. Or maybe he justifies to himself that moving would just disturb Keith. So he holds him, and closes his eyes, resting against him, face pressed into his hair as he breathes deeply. It's the calmest he's felt in a while when trying to go back to sleep, and even though he knows he's likely not going to be able to sleep that well or for that long, it's-- enough for now. He'll hold him the rest of the night (what little there is left of it), skimming along the surface between sleep and wakefulness.]