[He takes a shaky, barely there breath and lets Keith pull him in close without protest, just sinking in against him weakly, his entire body shivering as he drops his hands from Keith's shoulders only to wrap them around him, holding him close, ducking down against him to press his face up against his neck. He manages a small, breathless whisper of Keith's name and nothing else.]
[He doesn't cry, because of course he's not going to let himself, but everything about him in this moment looks and feels too fragile-- like it'd only take one more push to knock him over that edge. He pulls some comfort, at least, in the way Keith holds him. He feels safe, despite feeling like he's about to shake apart.]