[Everything is still almost too hazy for Keith to process but he can't not see the way Shiro looks right now, the desperation in him and the pain that Keith can't stand watching him go through. It's instinctive, when he tries to reassure him, doesn't necessarily try to move but his left hand grasps at Shiro's wrist, the one that's not resting on Keith's chest, weakly but just enough.]
Okay. [I'm okay, he silently affirms back to him, it's going to be all right.] Okay.