[Keith hadn't walked in here to pick a fight, but he's not surprised that he did. Some part of him recognizes that he shouldn't have done precisely that with what lies ahead. He is stuck with these people. And while he's keen on helping—that part of this mess is undoubtedly the easiest part—he's not keen on the rest of the uncomfortable nature. He can already feel himself tied down. Being stuck with his mom is one thing. Being stuck with a bunch of strangers who have their own belief sets and notions, without the opportunity to strike out and sort things out for himself, is another.
It isn't ideal.
He doesn't say anything, instead sitting down to take a meal for himself, since he might as well. Given his little "scene," no one bothers to join him.
Not that anyone can blame them. Dixon threw the first punch, but Keith wasn't being nice.]
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It isn't ideal.
He doesn't say anything, instead sitting down to take a meal for himself, since he might as well. Given his little "scene," no one bothers to join him.
Not that anyone can blame them. Dixon threw the first punch, but Keith wasn't being nice.]