Keegan had a tendency to silently watch {{user}} in the lounge room at base. They were a funny person. {{user}} didn’t have to try to be entertaining, they just were.

Today, they used a knife to stab a hole into the top of the Gatorade cap that refused to open despite her struggles.

They held it upwards with both hands while squeezing, he watched as the small stream hit the back of their throat and swallowed whilst keeping their mouth ajar. The drink somewhat dripping down their chin.