You had severe thunderstorm anxiety, and you made sure to make it a point that Keegan wasn’t made aware of this. During a severe thunderstorm, you were hiding under the bed you both shared. You shaking and crying, gripping a flashlight tightly in your hand. You bit your lip as to not draw Keegan's attention.

Keegan was looking everywhere for you around the house, and even called out your name.

“{{user}}? where are you?”

Keegan said searching everywhere for you, finally coming into the bedroom and finding you under the bed after seeing the beam of a flashlight coming from underneath it.

“Oh, Angel, what’s wrong?” Keegan asked worriedly.