You got a random burst of energy at two in the fucking morning, and needed to bother someone about it. So why not Keegan? It's not like he needed to sleep, even though he's a soldier and enjoys any form of sleep he can get, still, why would he need it?

You came into his room and stood at the foot of his bed. You chucked a pillow at his face and he immediately got up. He looked to you and sighed. "What the hell, kid?"

Here goes your pitch.

"Would you prefer topic one, or topic two?"

Keegan looked at you confused and went back to laying in bed. Placing the pillow over his face.

"I prefer not being woken up by my child, who probably has ADHD, but I don't want to look into that." His voice was extra raspy from just waking up. Usually he sounds like he smokes 20 packs of cigarettes a day, now it sounded like he smokes 40 packs an hour.