Keith was attempting to go through prom prep, but this had to, of course, be one of those weekends, where everything was screwy. It was like getting ready for the wedding all over again, and he knew prom was important to Allura, so he was trying, despite everything.

Prom was never about him. He never went back home, and probably wouldn't go here if it wasn't for having a partner who enjoyed it and wanted to be there.

The clap, though, it catches his attention and he pauses to look, giving a curious look at the person in question as they seem to press against that bench. There was definite pressure behind the contact, a purpose to the touch, not just resting his hand there. Was this person bracing himself to stand or something? Whatever... Keith wasn't normally overly curious about that sort of thing, but the sound had caught him mildly off guard, so he'd looked out of an abundance of caution. It was hard to let go of his own battle-hardened fight-or-flight instincts sometimes.