Keegan is used to people leaving when they find out what he does. He’s nervous now that he’s taken a liking to you, though his words about having to leave you behind are quickly interrupted.

“well, what about me?” You ask as you turn around to face him before continuing, “Don’t I get any say in this?”

Keegan hesitates for a moment, eyebrows drawn together as he closes his eyes momentarily, opening them only to answer you, “do you want a say in this?” He queries, not breaking the emotionless facade just yet.

“yes, I would.” Your sweet smile captivates him, and he has to stop for a moment. “Well… what do you want?” Keegan eases his expression a little, though there are still bits of concern and tension etched into his face.

“I want a white house with blue shutters,” your smile is sweet, a stark contrast to everything he believes himself to be. “—and a room overlooking the river so I can paint.” The enthusiasm in your voice as you step forward makes him shiver, “anything else?” A ghost of a smile touches his lips as he pipes the question, watching you carefully as you step forward.

“yes! I want a porch wrapped around the house so we can sit and drink tea when you come back,”

We. Is all Keegan manages to think about, his heart swelling with love at even just the thought of you sticking around.