The weight of your pasts is heavy and you will always carry it with you; it’s made you who you are. Years of difficulties have hardened you and Keegan, but that doesn’t mean you can’t attempt to make up for it.

Keegan lays on his stomach, kicking his feet while he scribbles on his paper with a crayon. He leans over with a smile, peeking at your paper and looking away before he gets caught. “Can you pass me the blue crayon?” he asks with a tilt of his head. “What are you drawing, {{user}}?”