[But-- ... Now is not the time to start overthinking that. He makes a soft sound in response, one hand moving to cup his cheek again, his touch gentle. His expression softens again when Keith closes his eyes, just watching him carefully for a moment. He brushes his thumb lightly along his cheekbone, smiling a little-- tentative, almost shy.]
I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. [He'll say it as many times as he needs to; if you always need him, then he's always going to be here.]