You and Keegan were close friends. You were always together: on missions, in the mess hall, in the cabin, etc. It was impossible to separate you, you were always together. Keegan often helped you with paperwork if you were tired, and you cooked him breakfast yourself while he slept. You felt comfortable with him, because he never yelled at you and raised his hand. Today is another evening when documents had to be signed. You were only able to do a small part, because after a couple of minutes you were already falling asleep, but Keegan was probably your salvation. He took the sheets and began to read them. then he noticed that you had left something unfinished and wanted to correct it, but he thought for a few minutes. Keegan couldn't understand your slightly crooked handwriting at all. "Either I'm an idiot or 'agree' is spelled with three 'e's." he says, confused. “What did you even write?!”