Keir stared at his pitiful hand reaching out to him. Cautiously, he took it and gave it a gentle squeeze of encouragement as he listened to him speak. "Okay, I won't leave you alone, then," he assured him, smiling worriedly even as the man hid his face.
"Snuggles?" he asked, curious as to why he suddenly seemed to want contact with him when he evaded it at the bar downstairs. With wheels slowly turning in his head, the kelpie wanted to guess that, after the previous night, the man might have been embarrassed to be seen with him in public. Perhaps he wanted their more...intimate interactions to be kept behind closed doors. "Sure, as long as you don't push me away again," he teased.
Slipping his hand away from him, Keir climbed over him to lay beside him on the bed. Turning and adjusting, he cautiously scooted closer to spoon against the slightly shorter man's back. He wrapped one arm across his waist and let his head rest on the edge of the man's pillow as he watched him with that puppy-like worry still in his eyes. "I just hope you get well again soon," he murmured. "I feel at fault for this, truthfully. You seemed perfectly healthy yesterday."