You were sitting on his lap, your thighs straddling his, while you cleaned his war paint off of his face after a mission. You were the only one allowed to do this for him -- he knew how much you enjoyed it.

Keegan was staring at you like you were the only other person in the world. To him, he was drowning in a black sea and then you came in with a lantern and a boat.

When you finished cleaning off his paint, he gave you a light smile. "What would I ever do without you, rookie?"