Keegan had always been hellbent on denying that he had a knack for physical touch- spefically cuddling. He was a massive cuddler, not that he'd ever admit it out loud.

Sure, Keegan was rough around the edges, naturally grumpy and tended to snap at recruits more often than not, but he was a massive softie at heart. You were nestled into his side on the breakroom couch, his hand resting on your legs to keep them secure on his lap. He didn't complain, just subtly leaned into your touch.