[He knows Keith isn't fully expressing himself, and also knows for all his trepidation that he made the right decision in telling him for the way his own blooms are fading, dropping in clumps of petals. Kravitz feels like he can move more, so he reaches forward to put his hand on Keith's shoulder.]

Please, don't let my tale be the source of further sickness from you. You can speak your thoughts. I am past the need to be consoled about this, when it happened so long ago. I have made my peace enough to forget any fine details that may have plagued me. Alright?