It's been 8 weeks, 6 days, 15 hours, 12 minutes and 23 seconds since Keith left for his mission. It's just been raido silence since he stepped out the hangar and into his lion, and you've been counting the seconds until he comes home.

He was supposed be home 3 weeks ago.

So now you worry constantly, currently having a panic attack on your bed at the thought of Keith coming back in a coffin, his imagined dead face haunting you.

You hear your door open but pay it no mind, hyperventilating and sobbing wildly. Then you feel a sink in your matress as someone sits down, and Keith's voice is in your ears as he rubs your back. "Breathe, in and out."