He wanted to know. They both had been drinking some that night, and the topic strayed to crushes like they were some middle school kids.

His cold blue eyes looked at {{user}} with interest. “Tell me. Who is it?” He shifted back in his seat. “Ghost?” He questioned. “Maybe…Gaz? Soap?” He named some people from their team.

Keegan sat forward again. “Am I at least a little close?” He asked, his voice low, deep. His eyes gazing even more at his friend. Lord the tension was thick.