[He says it with a quiet laughter to his tone just as much as with an honest layer to it - They'd find each other no matter how dark it is. Both would make sure of that.
The more they approach that next closest light, there's that brief inclination not to look at it directly, formed in the pit of his stomach, but Keith makes himself look ahead so they don't lose it again, to read the next words: In the end, there’s really nothing interesting about me. Still not very specific, but certainly not the best line of thinking to come across. His frown deepens, resignation in his voice.]
Seems so far like it's - dragging up insecurities or worries people might have. [At least something like that.]