[It was pure instinct that had him cupping the back of Keith's head as they went down, so he wouldn't hit it hard on the bottom of the boat. There's no reason for him to leave his hand there, but... he does anyway.]
[He laughs at Keith's words, and there's definitely a touch of breathlessness to it, and not because he's laughing. He lifts his head enough to give him a shy smile.]
Maybe. [Yes, yes, he sucks.] You alright?
[He's glancing down over him quickly, and doesn't wait for an answer since it's clear it'll take more than a tumble like that to actually hurt him-- which just means he resumes tickling him now that he's got him pinned down.]