[Whispers his name back to him just for the sake of answering, to make sure Shiro's words have that response in turn. He feels every breath Shiro struggles with right along with his own, rasping almost, just on the cusp of breaking too. Yet he's most gripped with desperation, to give him everything he possibly can, anything as long as it would bring him some comfort, though knowing there's only so much he can do. Keith cannot start to imagine the vastness of what Shiro has experienced (that was true even before their fight, before losing him in the Black Lion) and, not for the first time, he burns with anger at every hand that played a part in this, every turn of events that never should have gone so wrong. His own failure to notice anything sooner included. Ultimately, though, nothing matters more than focusing on Shiro, on making sure to meet him firmly where his body arches, to envelop him in as much of himself as he possibly can.]