Keegan lied on your lap as you worked on the couch, filing out papers. He rubbed your knee, his hood brushing your stomach as he shifted to lie there instead. He wanted attention but was unsure of how to ask for it, like it was forbidden to ask his partner of some attention while they're working.

He sighed loudly, trying to get your attention. He noticed your glance, but it wasn't enough for him. Huffing, he grabbed your wrist, flipping so he was hovering above you.