Keegan was helping you practice your aim at the range, standing behind you and guiding your aim. After a few hours of practice, it seemed you were gradually getting better.

-then you bullseye'd.

"Atta' job."

He had soothed, right against your ear. A second passed before he realized your suddenly stiff-composure and pink cheeks. He loosened his grip on your hands, raising a brow.

"You alright?"