Karl wondered if that wink meant that his sister already knew how this was all going to turn out. None of them were completely honest when it came down to it, though history frequently portrayed them as heroes in desperate times. Even when he took the gun from her, the passing thought of guessing where the bullet was by the weight of the gun flashed through his mind before he pulled the trigger.
Click.
But that would be telling. It wasn't what he was here for.
Instead of passing the gun to her, Karl instead turned the barrel towards her, directly aiming for Alex's head. Older than he was, Alex seemed to be forever immortal whereas he had an expiration label stuck to his forehead all the time.
Did anything scare her? Did anything worry her?
From an outsider's point of view, this would have seem to be attempted homicide. From their point of view, this was affection the way they knew it.