[It's Keith's feelings about what just happened to him that drag him back the most. And as he blinks himself back to the present, he looks from the blanket up to Keith and then quickly back. He looks like he just woke up from a coma and is figuring out where he is and trying to catch up on what he missed all at once. It's overwhelming.
His hand comes up to run down his face, pausing to massage at his eyes a moment. The fact that Keith isn't surprised to see him alive hasn't really occurred to him, though even if it had, he'd probably still need to hear it. But right now, he doesn't think he wants to ask just yet. There's so much already going on that he is trying to wrestle into submission.
And then there's the matter of Keith's trauma and everything he's clearly still dealing with. He nods at the offer, and accepts a small corner of the blanket to at least brush the globs off. It gives him something to occupy his hands and part of his mind.
After a pause, he figures out how to answer, his attitude shifting once again. There's a tight tremor in his tone again as he's making himself open up slightly just to get through this encounter. Get through to the next moment, then the next. And even as he opens up, he's shutting down part of his emotions. Again. Survival.]
Sorry. I know it's a lot to take in. Let's just… focus on catching you up to speed… [He closes his eyes and his voice takes on an edge of barely contained pain as he reluctantly admits:] There's stuff I don't wanna think about either.
[Please don't ask about him or if he's okay. That's as close as he'll come to admitting maybe he's not completely fine, but he'll be more fine if they just stick to business and don't talk about it. Not now. Likely not ever.]
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His hand comes up to run down his face, pausing to massage at his eyes a moment. The fact that Keith isn't surprised to see him alive hasn't really occurred to him, though even if it had, he'd probably still need to hear it. But right now, he doesn't think he wants to ask just yet. There's so much already going on that he is trying to wrestle into submission.
And then there's the matter of Keith's trauma and everything he's clearly still dealing with. He nods at the offer, and accepts a small corner of the blanket to at least brush the globs off. It gives him something to occupy his hands and part of his mind.
After a pause, he figures out how to answer, his attitude shifting once again. There's a tight tremor in his tone again as he's making himself open up slightly just to get through this encounter. Get through to the next moment, then the next. And even as he opens up, he's shutting down part of his emotions. Again. Survival.]
Sorry. I know it's a lot to take in. Let's just… focus on catching you up to speed… [He closes his eyes and his voice takes on an edge of barely contained pain as he reluctantly admits:] There's stuff I don't wanna think about either.
[Please don't ask about him or if he's okay. That's as close as he'll come to admitting maybe he's not completely fine, but he'll be more fine if they just stick to business and don't talk about it. Not now. Likely not ever.]