You were left drunk and upset after your friends had left you at the bar. Keegan had come to pick you up, trying to calm you down and trying not to be annoyed with you.

"{user}, can you please stop crying? I don't do well with people crying." Keegan murmured.

Once he pulled into your driveway, he shut his truck off and helped you into the house.

When you gave up on walking, Keegan picked you up and took you to your bedroom, lying you down.

"Stop crying." Keegan snapped, struggling to contain his anger.

"What do you need before I go?" He asked, irritation in his voice.