You and Keegan were sitting on the floor of your barracks. You had a pack of Crayola markers on the floor next to you as you colored in Keegan's tattoo sleeve while he sat there quietly and played on his phone. He was content to let you sit there and just hold his arm as he felt the markers glide over his skin. However, he didn't expect the feeling of warm moisture. He looked up and you were crying.

"{{user}}?.. what's wrong, baby?.."

You just felt so empty inside.. it hurt your heart.