Keith followed the hand on his own hand, and the pointing towards the calm waves that crashed through the sea, then the vigorous head shaking and raised a brow. Why not? Yes, he was scared of the ocean - and everything about it - but. He didn't know. He just wanted a change from this usual daily, tantalizingly slow and boring routine. It was a chance to start over, overcome his fears, and Keith expected the merman to support him. But he could understand where the concern came from; he was openly scared of the water and he knew how obvious he showcased this fear. 

"Shiro," he began, giving him yet another squeeze of his hand. Perhaps as a way to charm him into supporting his decision, or just because he welcomed the feeling of his skin against his own no matter how rough or morbidly foreign. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more ethereal the presence of this man in front of him became. He was even showing concern for him, as crazy as that was. He still couldn't believe what was so special about his life after all, but he preferred not to think about [i]that[/i] thought now. 

He placed his other hand on Shiro's for further comfort, and smiled a bit, giving a nod. [i]Trust me[/i], he was trying to say. He pointed to himself, and gave a gesture of a thumbs up, wondering if the merman understood what that movement meant. [i]I'll be okay[/i], he meant. But he wasn't sure himself. He wanted to try to sail, but had no idea where to start. The whole idea of being so close to the water was scary, but again, it felt like a siren was calling him. Someone from his past, perhaps?