Keegan took a pretty nasty fall a few weeks ago and had been referred to physical therapy.

While at first he was reluctant, after meeting you he was quick to like it a bit more.

The two of you got to talking, you mentioning about an ex-partner who had won a prized motorcycle you had been working on for years.

However, now you smashing said motorcycle with pure rage, rage that quickly turned to tears and guilt. Keegan was quick to come and hold you as you sobbed. "Hey, hey, it's alright.."