“But I... I don’t want to be a bother.” The words had left Justin’s lips rather lamely as he stared at his lap, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip so hard that he tasted blood. “I don’t want to get in the way...you have your own life to live, without having to worry about me.”

Wide and brilliant topaz hues lifted to meet his friend’s gaze, the words that left his lips a direct contrast to the trembling of his body and the tears in his eyes. “No... No, I- I don’t want to intrude... I’m fine, really.”

“I have no idea what you just said.” 

Pursing her lips, Ally blasts herself up on a column of air so she’s taller than him, and then lightly. shoves him. “That argument is invalid.” 

Martin sighed and gave a sheepish shrug. He was nervous. “I suppose this is the wrong time to say that I’ve never fired a gun before.” He smiled awkwardly. “Can you guide my arm?”