Keith calmly walked over to her as if he weren't in a hurry at all, his urges to be her little puppy dog suppressed under layers of mental blocks. He could tell she was taking notice of him, his new mannerisms and demeanor, and he didn't like the feeling it gave him at all. He wondered how long he could keep this up, but then the metal blocks reminded him that if they were ever going to be together, he would need to beat her at this game by surviving or breaking her himself. The mentality he had would allow him to do either, he was unhurt-able like this, as proof by the fact he didn't really care that his mother had kicked him out with nothing more than a note. He walked right beside her, shoulders back and chin up.