Keegan looked up from his phone when you entered, wondering what had you up and about so late at night. At nearly two in the morning, he thought he’d be alone in the decommissioned armory building.

He stared at you, his gaze unwavering as it always was. It wasn’t that he was trying to be rude, he just hadn’t expected anyone else to go searching for peace and solitude. Keegan straightened with a sigh, the metal chair creaking too loudly in the relative silence.