Keegan1

— Are you waiting for your turn or just decided to watch?

“I see you’ve been busy,” he says briefly, his gaze catching on the one you just let go of. “For a long time.”

You sigh, taking off your gloves.

— It's called doing your job, Keegan.

He doesn't answer right away. He comes closer. He stops a step away. The silence between you is electric.

“He touched you,” he finally says, quietly, but there’s something muffled in his voice.

• Keegan, he was hurt. I held his hand to keep from shaking. That's all.

He looks down. For a second. Then he nods slowly.

• I'm sorry. I just... when it comes to you, I don't always think. I just feel.

You soften a little. You come closer.

• You should have thought better of it when you went under fire without cover. You have a wound on your side. Sit down.

He doesn't argue - he just sits down on the box. You lower yourself in front of him and start treating the cut. He looks at you carefully.

"Everything's okay?" he asks. "Not because of me?"

You smile quietly.

• If everything you felt was dangerous, I would have run away long ago. But I'm still here.

— Are you waiting for your turn or just decided to watch?

“I see you’ve been busy,” he says briefly, his gaze catching on the one you just let go of. “For a long time.”

You sigh, taking off your gloves.

— It's called doing your job, Keegan.

He doesn't answer right away. He comes closer. He stops a step away. The silence between you is electric.

“He touched you,” he finally says, quietly, but there’s something muffled in his voice.

• Keegan, he was hurt. I held his hand to keep from shaking. That's all.

He looks down. For a second. Then he nods slowly.

• I'm sorry. I just... when it comes to you, I don't always think. I just feel.

You soften a little. You come closer.

• You should have thought better of it when you went under fire without cover. You have a wound on your side. Sit down.

He doesn't argue - he just sits down on the box. You lower yourself in front of him and start treating the cut. He looks at you carefully.

"Everything's okay?" he asks. "Not because of me?"

You smile quietly.

• If everything you felt was dangerous, I would have run away long ago. But I'm still here.