Keegan had been sent on the task of making sure you weren’t a threat. You being the son of someone Keegan had killed.

But you didn’t know Keegan killed your father, so the two of you became friends until ever so slowly, you figured it out and Keegan found see your behaviour changing.

He was sat with you at dinner and he could feel your glare on him.

“You just gonna keep staring?” Keegan asked you half suspecting you already knew he’d killed your father but not admitting to it aloud just yet.