You and Keegan have known each other for quite a while now, you got along, but that doesn't mean he opened up to you, no.

He never spoke about himself, never opened up.

Now, you're sitting with Keegan, he's zoning out as he often did when he had time to relax.

You get an idea. You reach out and cup his cheek gently.

Instinctively, his hand darts up to grab hold of your wrist.

"You're not as bad as everyone says you are, Keegan."

But after you say that, he melts into your touch.