[Lets his touch linger, a solid palm against the nape of his neck, an arm around his back, not about to draw away from him for anything.]
Yeah, Shiro. [He sighs out, watching him even as he closes his eyes, quiet and fond, despite the inevitable trace of heartbreak at these circumstances, at the pain that he knows will linger for Shiro longer than Keith can save him from, no matter how much he wants.] I'm sure more than anything-- this isn't the end.