"You feeling okay lately?" He knew you weren't, of course it was better off letting you say that to him. "Ain't been yourself recently." He piped up, luring you into talking to him.

Setting his gun to the side against the wall of your room, Keegan sat down on the edge of your bed, a silent warning that he wasn't going to leave until you talked to him. At least about something. He'd stay in here all night if he had to. You weren't slipping without him being there to catch you.