[It's alright, he can laugh at himself enough for the both of them. He hums out softly in acknowledgement to the words, running his hand gently up Keith's back, just touching him in any way he can manage.]
[He gets that feeling, too-- how things haven't fully registered yet. He feels like he's still in a state of shock, or like he's dreaming, or that somehow Keith's going to explain he's misunderstood, or... something.]
[He sighs out, holding him close. That tentative wonder returns to his voice when he speaks again, softly,] It almost doesn't feel real.