Keith was still shaking, but less so as she wrapped her arm around him and stroked his hair. The calming effect she had on him was evident. "I- I'm fine. Are you okay?" He managed to say, but he was not okay. His heart was pounding so hard that it threatened to burst from his chest, and just breathing was difficult. The last bits of himself resurfaced as his rage vanished, locked away deep inside of him. The shade of crimson his skin became subsided back to just a blush. Despite the fact that he was not okay, he was far more concerned about her. Did he scare her, or make her upset? Did she feel safe? What did losing control like that mean for their friendship? Would she still go on a date with him?<br/><br/>"I hope I didn't scare you. I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened" He spoke just above a whisper, his voice shaking more than his body. But Keith had some idea of what happened. Being spineless and without ego, Keith didn't really care that Marcus hurt him, which is why he never bothered to throw trash at him that day. But Keith was falling madly in love with Alex, someone for whom he already said he'd do anything. Marcus' words awoke Keith's rage because Keith actually could feel rage as a protective response for Alex. How that could work after knowing her only a week, even genius Keith didn't understand. That was the gist he got from his emotions, nothing he felt would really make sense. He was completely okay with it not making sense as long as he got to not make sense with her. He put one hand on her knee and nuzzled into her.