( he swallows heavily, feeling a rush of heat rise up his neck. no crying, not on the job. he squeezes noctis' hand a little tightly, taking a deep breath. )

I'm okay.

( and after a self-loathing filled beat, )

Sorry. I know you were right. ( he looks down at his feet, suddenly feeling a little foolish for this whole get up. ) I can't help anyone like this. I just ...

( wanted to protect you, because for whatever reason he can't seem to trust the life of his husband in the hands of his closely knit guardians, even when he can hardly stands on two feet. keith takes another, shaky breath, turning so he can butt his head against noctis' shoulder, free hand raising up to dot under his lash line, to avoid smudging his make up as much as possible. )

I should take a cab back to the hotel room. You — you stay here. It's okay.