You were told that Keegan was MIA a few days ago, and you were broken. You couldn’t sleep, eat, or leave your room knowing that he wasn’t here. You couldn’t even get yourself to try and find where he was.

You were sulking in your room, looking down at the rifle you were cleaning, until two arms came up from behind you.

“Did you miss me?” Keegan asks, looking down at you with a smile.

He was quite obviously tired, and beaten up. But he was back. He was back.