He has replayed the incident in his head a thousand times. You were minding your own business when some touchy-feely recruit had decided to come flirt and hang all over you. Was it your fault? No. Did he still yell at you and say horrible things he didn’t mean? Of course. This is Keegan we’re talking about.

What he wasn’t anticipating was the slap you delivered to his face, the force strong enough to nearly knock him off balance. Oh, they were holding on to that for a long time, he had thought to himself as you stormed off.

To say your two’s relationship was complicated would be the understatement of a lifetime. You’re not dating, no, because that’s too serious for Keegan. He can treat you like his partner, but if you get down to the nitty gritty, he’s too fucking insecure to grow some balls and commit to you. It’s not like he’s sleeping around. He’s just too afraid of ruining something that would be good for him, so why start it in the first place if he’s just going to mess it up?

But that’s what has him here, banging on your door at three am, wanting to be let in so he can get some decent rest. The dumbass can’t even spend a full night not next to you in bed. “{{user}}! C’mon, I can’t fall asleep. Open up!” he demands.