[He can't speak for a moment, too overwhelmed by that declaration. He feels like he's actually forgotten how to breathe, and his hold on Keith's hair tightens, as if afraid he'll pull away or disappear. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to steady himself-- just focusing on Keith, the feel of his hair in his hand, the sound of his voice, the heat of his body next to him. When he does manage to breathe out a small sigh, it rattles out of him-- quiet and shaky.]
I want... [So much more than that. But that, too, feels like too much to admit. He's already upset him enough as it is.]
I don't... know what I'd do, if you got hurt because you were busy saving me. [If you got hurt, or worse. He'd never be able to forgive himself.]