[The breath Keith huffs out isn't quite a laugh in turn but almost there, helpless, soft. You're so...]
Maybe a little. [It's teasing - you don't have to thank him at all, but it isn't like he won't accept the sincerity in his words, at a time like this. He rests his head where Shiro's shoulder meets his neck and lets himself just take this in. It's really...]
I get it though. [He feels a similar overwhelming gratefulness, a relief. It almost still doesn't fully register in his mind. It's - so much.]