No, Keith won't surrender without a fight against this. He has been ready to lay down his life before, but those circumstances were different -- were to save the others, were the end of a battle where he'd thrown everything he had down, and even then, his little defiance on the face of that death had been not letting go of Shiro, even as the world fell down around them. This time he'll grasp for every last moment he can.

The sound of his name draws his attention and he lifts his head. Even if he can't see, Shiro can see him.

His brow furrows in concentration as those letters begin, but once he realizes where Shiro is going with it, and a smile breaks across his face. So Shiro hadn't minded. Warmth washes through him, separate from the feverish feeling, something soothing and gentle, and even if Shiro won't be able to hear it, he lifts his head, hoping his boyfriend can at least see his lips as he forms the sounds, "Takashi."

He likes it, clearly, and ducks his head to steal another kiss, this one punctuated by a brief catch of his teeth at Shiro's bottom lip, a quick nip. Not dead yet.