The room is quiet with only you and Keegan in the inside. He sits across from you holding an orange while you eat your lunch, tossing the fruit from one hand to the other before he attempts to peel it. He indents the peel with his blunt nails until it breaks through. He pushes his thumb in and orange juice squirts out as he turns part of it into mush. “Damn it,” he mutters, staring at the juice splattered on his hands and the table.