Marijuana just nodded, a jerk of his head, as his sister spoke and his eyes followed Brad until the boy was finished backing up toward the door. Brad shook his head and Marijuana merely gave him a grim smirk. "Smart choice." He said shortly and his eyes followed the boy until he was gone.
The instant Brad was out of sight, Marijuana collapsed down into one of the stools behind the counter and rubbed at his eyes. "Today is just not a good day, Candy." He murmured quietly, looking up at her and reaching for one of her hands, wanting comfort.
He paused for just a moment, biting his lip briefly. "I wasn't really going to shoot him, you know. I just wanted him to back off."