It wasn't as if Keiran was being a chicken, it was really busy! ...well, Jackson was pretty scary when he wanted to be, too. And dealing with him while he was in a bad mood was not something that Keiran truly wanted to do.
However, no matter how much he procrastinated, Jackson would take control of the situation eventually...
And he did. “Lover boy?” Keiran laughed, trying in vain to grab a bottle before he was dragged out from behind the bar. Hopefully, Jackson hadn't noticed. When he was all but thrown into the booth, Keiran leaned leisurely into the corner, opening his mouth to ask what was up as Jackson had a moment of mouth diarrhea.
So Keiran mocked him. “I do have a journal. Sam is some guy I met in a music store. I get weird feelings all the time, especially when getting tossed around by my coworker. I can't even remember last night, let alone anything that I shouldn't be remembering...” he paused after the lie, actually considering what Jackson was saying for a moment. Realizing how similar what the man was explaining was to how he'd been feeling. “I feel so connected to some people... like you...” a slight flush crept onto his cheeks as he remembered the incident with Sam. “Like Sam.”