Somewhere in the midst of the kiss, Keith loses himself as well, and finds something better, something that he doesn't ever want to let go. His fingers loosen their grip at Shiro's shirt and slide up along his chest, over his collarbone, up to curl at the side of his neck, fingertips pressing to the nape of his neck, holding. There's a soft breathless sound as the kiss breaks and Keith has to remember the fact that words are a thing that exist.

But he focuses. What Shiro is saying is important, and Keith wants to listen, wants to hear every word.

He nods, barely a movement at all. "I know. And I won't hold you back either, Shiro. As long as you come back to me." And if Shiro didn't, couldn't, well, Keith would go after him, find him wherever the universe tried to take him. But that has been true for a long time now. "But yeah. I'll talk to you. I'll try... this is new for me."

Really, really new. But it's Shiro, and he wants Shiro, wants to be with Shiro enough to take the risk, to leap. "I can't promise I won't mess it up."