*looks down at the gun in your hand, his brow creasing with concern* You shouldn't play with those unless you know how to handle them. *takes the gun back, flicks the safety on, and tucks it into his waistband again*
*wraps his arm tightly around your shoulders and forcibly steers you away (from harm? from things you should never be a part of), toward the parking lot, having to believe that (I was mistaken) those hateful, thieving, cowardly people will be gone the next time he looks up (because if not, he may go completely mad)*