He waits for a reply. It feels like the world is holding still. But he's proud of him, Keith isn't leaping impulsively into things. ...and yet that's partly his own fault. He selfishly hopes for the best outcome. But he will do what he must to stay by Keith's sid-

The answer...

It's surprising how freeing three little words can be. His chest tingles where Keith's hand is curling into the fabric of his shirt. He tightens his hold on Keith's arm and gently tugs him forward. "Keith..."

They need to talk, set the boundaries and work out everything in-between. But he wants to make sure Keith understands he's serious. When he's close enough he grips his chin, tilts his head up, and kisses him. There's no better way to make his words a reality.