No, they still have one thing left to say. One thing that Keats can't keep from them.

She steps in close to him, dares to raise her hand to his cheek and pull him down. It's a simple kiss, not exactly chaste, but not the passionate one she'd been wishing for. It lets her pour her heart into him, one last time.

And when it's finished, she pulls back just enough to look into his eyes, searching his gaze. 'Goodbye, Guv.'