Bert was mentally flailing, not even sure what the proper form of address was here.
"I let my big mouth run off on me s'what I did!" he said, plainly. "Fuck me...shit...I mean..." Well, this was going lovely. "I've been sitting here making an idiot of myself to you! And you're...what you are! Why didn't you tell me first off?"
He scrubbed a hand over his face, feeling like a bigger fool than he had in some time.
"But my guns - metaphorical as they are right now - are yours, sai."