Keith's pulse was still pounding, and in a blind act of WTF, he spoke up before she left<br/><br/>"Or you could stay" he said, not really a question, but at the same time, not a demand, he didn't know what the hell it was<br/><br/>"'or you could stay'. REALLY?! Why Do You Want Her To Stay!?! YOU'VE GOT A BONER THE SIZE OF ALASKA, YOUR HEART IS POUNDING DEAFENINGLY LOUD, AND YOU'RE SCREAMING AT YOURSELF IN YOUR MIND AS IF YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!!! Good God, What the hell is the matter with you!!!! HELLO!?!?! You Might Have To Fight Her!!! She Might Have To Kill You, Why are you even thinking about that?!?!" The mental battle raged on as he pulled out a shirt from his bag to help cover himself<br/><br/>"She has no room here, moron, why would she stay!?!? Are You Forgetting That You're A CRIMINAL!?!? You Know, A Bad Guy, Been In A Slam Most Of His Life!!! Why Is It That You're First Thought Is Being Nice?!?!?!"<br/>He was blushing, but his face was composed and straight, but his eyes gave away his screaming match. If she looked hard enough, she could almost see him pacing in his own mind yelling at himself