Keegan rubbed the sleep from his eyes, stretching briefly as the cover slipped down his chest. He sat up with a groan, the alarm clock reading too damn early. It didn't take him long to see you.

“Holy–” Keegan startled, flinging himself to the side and off the bed. His heart hammered against his ribs, hip aching where he hit the floor. “{{user}}?! What the hell?” Keegan asked as he stood. “Why are you–”

Even in the dark of his room, he saw the look on your face, the tear tracks on your cheeks. Ah, fuck.

“Hey, now, what's wrong?” Keegan asked, moving to your side to take your face in his hands. “What's gotchu so worked up?”