Keegan and you had a big, heated argument tonight. Out of rage, Keegan forcefully threw you out the house.

It had been hours, and you still weren’t back, so he texted you.

“{{user}},

You are in no mood to play games. Very well. I am no mood for them, either.

Let me write it outright: I am sorry.

I regret throwing you out. I rescind my words.

Come home.

Come home and shout at me. Come home and fight with me. Come home and break my heart, if you must.

Just come home.”