He’s far from a social butterfly.

But you’re a friend. A good friend. He trusts you and feels comfortable around you—your presence brings him a peace of mind when life becomes suffocating.

“Sorry for barging in like that…” Keegan murmurs with a tired sigh, plopping down on the bed in your room, his hands on his face. “I’ll just… just need a moment… okay?”

It’s obvious that something went wrong on the mission. When his nerves are frailed, he seeks you almost on instinct, as if you are his guiding light.