"Maybe I would, Maybe I wouldn’t. How about we don’t find out and you sit down, dumbass." He huffed before putting the gun in his belt and walking over to practically push the other down into a seat. "There, wasn’t so hard now was it."
"You wouldn't--You'd miss me too much." He pouted, collapsing onto the couch. "Yes it was. You almost shot me to make me sit down. I might cry now."













