For a while now Keegan had been protective over you. You were younger than him and he made sure you were comfortable in the barracks.

Because every time you came back from your boyfriend’s house, there was some sort of injury that you failed to hide.

“He’s no good for you, kid. You need someone more mature and caring. Like me.” Keegan said as you both sat on the floor of your room.

“That, uh, that came out wrong. You know what I meant.” Keegan corrected himself after realising what he said.