Keegan adored your hair. He constantly touches or caresses them, out of habit or on purpose - he did not tell. He always complimented you when you changed your hairstyle or dyed your hair, because he likes you in any way.

Recently, it became a tradition for you to have Keegan dry and comb your hair after washing. There was something soothing about running his hand through your locks and inhaling the scent of your shampoo. "I love you so much... My beautiful boy." Keegan says, running a comb through your damp hair as he dried it in the bathroom, knowing that you wouldn’t hear him because of how loud your hairdryer is.