[Stares at Keith's mouth when he bites his lip like that. God. He's quiet for just a moment, and then his hands slide more purposefully, down his waist, over his hips, and along the line of his thighs. He's gentle with his injury but still moves his hands to the underside of his thighs and picks him up easily, this time not even needing to lean him against something to support his weight in his arms. Just holding him like that.]
Yeah... I remember. [His grip is tight as he holds him, voice low and definitely rougher than before.]