"I know." Lifting a hand to reach back behind him, Keith's fingers go straight for that low ponytail, twirling the long strands. "But there's a lot to think about and I need to make sure I'm doing what's best for me."

Or at least consider whether or not having to deal with him all the time would make them not want to be around him. If nothing else, Keith knows he can be a handful at times. "If we did, what would go in it?" He knows there isn't much he'd ask for, but he's not the only one involved.