[The light is bright enough to draw him away from where he's pressed his face against Keith, blinking his eyes open and kind of... just looking at the words. At first he doesn't quite react, aside from his breathing shifting, almost like he's observing it from an objective standpoint.]
[There's a lot he could say in response but he feels too emotionally exhausted already, too wrung out, too vulnerable. He lifts a hand instead, maybe not fully aware he's doing so, to curl gently into Keith's hair, cradling the back of his head as he straightens a little, pressing his forehead against Keith's temple, mouth close to his ear so he can speak to him low, his voice shaky and quiet, tentative.]
Keith...
[Part of him thinks, no, Keith doesn't need him anymore. Not really. That same part of him that hates the thought of leaving him alone someday but knowing he'll be amazing, no matter what. But the other part of him-- that smaller, quieter part of him that feels a small sliver of hope despite how badly he tries to squash it down... that part of him feels reassured. It's nice to be needed, after all.]