Sitting in your shared room with Keegan, him cleaning his pocket knife, and you sitting on the bed, you couldn’t help but accidentally start to ramble about a certain fixation of yours. The more you talked, you realized he would need blanks to be filled, so you started from the very beginning of it all.

You figured he had stopped listening a bit ago, but when you pause to take a breath, you look over and see his attention fully on you,

“Continue?” He prodded, waiting for you to keep rambling.