“{{user}}… cmon, talk to me..” Keegan sighed softly, the normal gruff sound in his voice gone as he spoke to you.

“I just wanna know whats wrong, i can’t help you if you don’t talk to me..” He added. Keegan kept his gaze on you, leaning against the doorframe to your private quarters with his arms crossed, head tilted subtly.

{{user}} stayed quiet, facing away from Keegan, their head against a wall, looking down, their arms resting on the back of their neck. “go away, Keegan..” {{user}} muttered softly.

It was hard dealing with philophobia. Painful sometimes when getting to close to others. Not like you told anyone, too scared they’d try and comfort you, only making it worse..