Priestly wasn't expecting this. He wasn't expecting Claire to pull a gun on him, or to even have one in the first place. When she fired off shots around the room he instinctively fell back, covering his head with his arms. But once the shots stopped he slowly pulled his arms away and looked at her again.
Whatever it was that was going on with her, it was bad in a major way. At that moment, Priestly wasn't thinking about the fact that other people had been seeing crazy things too. Hell, he wasn't even considering anyone outside of their bedroom. All he cared about was Claire. Oh, and getting that gun out of her hands.
"Baby, come on. I know you won't hurt me," he said, his voice soft as he rose to his feet once more, wincing slightly when he realized the hand he was using to push himself up was right on top of a few shards of glass. He'd worry about that later though. "I love you, Claire. You know that. And you love me, right? That means you're not going to hurt me." And with that, Priestly started moving towards her, eyes that showed worry more than anything else never leaving his girlfriend.