"Of course not! I'm asking an empath to watch for moments when his best friend is getting close to losing control of his emotions, and to keep him from saying or doing anything he'll later regret.
"Or you could just leave our pretty little blond girl out of this one," Ro reminded him.
"No, I can't. Fitz... needs her." His eyes shifted to Keefe, and there was something tentative about his expression.
Something nervous.
"He needs her," he repeated gently, taking a long breath before he added, "I think you know that. And... I suspect you know how Sophie feels too."
Unfortunately, Keefe did – and he was always trying hard not to think about it, because it made him want to punch things.
"Hate to break it to you guys," Ro informed them, "but Blondie doesn't know what she feels."
"Perhaps not," Alden conceded. "But that mostly has to do with the fact that my son has yet to make things clear. Once he does..."
He didn't finish the sentence, but he didn't need to. Keefe was well aware of all the miserable mushiness he had ahead.
The hand-holding.
And cuddling.
And...
Ugh, if he had to watch them kiss, he was going to vomit all over his boots.
Alden placed his hand softly over Keefe's, waiting for Keefe to meet his eyes before he told him, "I realize that all of this is... complicated for you, given how you feel about –"
"I'm just gonna stop you right there," Keefe cut in, pulling his hand away and jumping off the swing. He paced to the far end of the patio, relieved that his legs pulled it off with some swagger. "Leave the feelings-reading to us Empaths, okay? Cause you're wrong. Like, super, super wrong."
AN: Sorry for not updating, hope you liked it! :D
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Keefe Short Story
Short Story- DISCLAIMER - All credits go to Shannon Messenger for the story, writing, and characters. I'm just copying the story down Taking the Keefe Short Story from Flashback (KotLC #7) and writing it down here for people who can't read it. :D
