You kissed Keith after he had recovered from a near-death experience and you spent days worrying about him.

Since then you've been avoiding Keith like the plague and his almost non-existent patience has been running dangerously thin. So, one evening he went to your door, entering your bedroom without even bothering to ask for permission first.

"We need to talk," He demanded sternly, arms crossed over his chest. It was clear how hard he was trying to keep his cool.