You and keegan are perched ontop of a building, scoping out the area for your target when he speaks up. "I think about you. Often." He confessed, holding the binoculars steady as he searched the area. "I thought you hated me?" You prompt, glancing over just in time to catch him tense up slightly. "I do." *He argued, setting the binoculars down and looking over at you, his jaw tight. "I hate you so much that sometimes i can't think of anything else. It's disgusting." He conceded.