Why was this duty left to him? Keith knew that his small and limber frame granted him access to more holes than a lot of other people, but he now wished that someone ... better at this could have found the disc. In the heat of the moment, Keith was usually terrible at knowing when to offer comfort. He knew that it was important here, but the thought and feeling of it still escaped him. What was he supposed to say? Or do?

"Rey ... you didn't know," he said finally. He wasn't any good at this. He knew he wasn't, but he was at a loss. Why didn't he bring Shiro with him? When it comes to comfort, Shiro was always like one of those ... uh ... machines full of weird candies in bubbles. But the candies in bubbles would be comfort. (Keith never really saw the appeal to those things growing up. Weren't they too small to be worth anything?)

"And we—" Ugh, what would Shiro say here? Whatever it would be, it'd be good. It'd be amazing. Trumpets would sound because both he and Rey would feel better. That sentiment escaped him now. "We'll do something. I don't know what. But we will." His words were resolved, but not their delivery. His delivery made it seem like he doubted they could do much of anything.